You call this a black hand?

Mellen didn't know that he "accidentally" discovered something unusual about Jim's father, which actually implicated the existence behind all the events during this period.

In fact, after sending the adapted story to his teacher, he simply forgot about it——

No matter what level he does, he feels that he is still a little boy, so it is better not to try to get involved in "adults" matters.

After all, too much pressure will affect development.

After everything was done, Mellen did not choose to take the taxi again. Instead, he carried a sack of harvest and walked towards the mixed-race association's headquarters.

There were no other accidents, except that he saw a group of wizards fighting on the way. He watched the excitement for a while, then felt that it was not interesting, so he took a detour away from the battlefield.

During this period, Meren tried to enter the special state given by the Wandering God's Boots, and did some experiments on how long he could use it.

So when he arrived at the bedroom of the Mixed-blood Association, he was already sure.

The person who Kevin said could hold on for about five minutes could actually hold on for about half an hour.

Then I felt a little tired.

But this feeling of fatigue goes away just as quickly as it comes.

When Mellen exited that state, he felt that his energy began to recover quickly——

The "cooling time" in this regard is obviously linked to physical fitness.

"Then first..."

After experimenting with the Wandering God's Boots, Mellen couldn't wait to go to the private bathroom of the bedroom and use the mirror to check his destiny.

The blank destiny track made him completely relieved.

"Fortunately, nothing happened again..."

Muttering, Mellen couldn't help but reveal a proud smile.

"It seems like, as long as I don't offend some big boss who is hard to resist, no one can kill me."

Completely avoiding the fate of death made Melen feel very happy.

But he didn't forget that he had other things to do.

After leaving the bathroom, he began to sit at the desk and took stock of his gains tonight.

The first was the sack of magic bags he carried back.

This seemed to be a huge sum of money, but each magic pocket had its own "spell lock" attached to it. It would take a lot of effort for him to take out this wealth.

But it doesn't matter. Once you get something, it won't fly away on its own?

Secondly, there are 29 green points left.

Melen originally planned to use these fortune numbers to build his basic skills, but Mrs. Chelsea said that there is a memory inheritance in the Mixed-blood Association that can help him "build the foundation" directly.

So Melen thought about leaving part of it, using part of it, and in what direction it would be used, it would all depend on his next needs.

Third, there are the Wandering God's Boots on his feet and the little black snake wrapped around his wrist.

The former has a powerful effect, while the latter doesn't know how effective it is, but I guess it won't be weak.

Unfortunately, no enemy can come to him to deal damage yet, so there is no way to experiment.

Once again, it’s the hush money I want from Kevin tonight.

Half of this money was previously used as travel expenses for Arthur, but now there are still 300,000 grams left.

Counting the 500,000 grams extorted last night, he now has a total of 800,000.

This should be a huge sum of money, but Mellen currently doesn't know what to do with the money.

But the more of these things, the better. Maybe one day he will find a suitable channel to spread the money and consume them all quickly?

"But now, the most important thing is..."

Taking a deep breath, Mellen, who was sitting at the desk, picked up a book, and then when the attribute panel appeared, he looked directly at the black destiny in the destiny column.

There are many gains tonight, but what Melen is looking forward to the most is the destiny that was quietly born after changing his own destiny.

What is it used for?

Mellen didn't know, and no relevant hints emerged.

But he felt that since it was born based on himself, then this thing should be the most suitable for him, or what he needs most.

So Mellen ignored the others and directly reached out to touch the black destiny on the page.

Then, a feeling of dizziness suddenly emerged from the depths of his mind, making him quickly sleepy, and then he fell asleep on the desk in a daze.

Mellen began to dream.

A long dream about the future.

…

Time passes quietly.

The sleeping Melen is like a studious young man who has been reading at the desk for too long and unconsciously fell asleep.

The surrounding environment was quiet, and on a street not too far away from the Mixed-Blood Association, bursts of magic collisions were heard all the time.

But it seems that because of the defeat of a certain party, it has begun to spread to all directions.

Therefore, there were many rooms with lights on in the mixed-race association's accommodation apartment, and many people were standing at the windows, stretching their necks and looking in that direction.

There were even bolder young mixed-race people who secretly went out to watch.

But it is already very late now, and the dim light of dawn even vaguely emerges from the sky. It is the time when a person is most troubled.

Therefore, most of the members of the association are still asleep and have no idea that there is a serial ambush on the street not far from here.

Some people who went to bed early didn't even know how complicated things happened in this city tonight.

So in this wonderful atmosphere of both quietness and hustle and bustle, Mrs. Chelsea quietly arrived.

Her arrival did not attract anyone's attention, and she even passed by an old wizard who was keeping watch at night, but the other party still turned a blind eye.

As if her goal was clear, as soon as Madam entered the apartment building, she walked towards the corner stairs without any hesitation.

After climbing the stairs to the second floor, she quietly raised her hand and pushed open Mellen's bedroom door.

A black-haired boy lying on the desk and falling asleep caught her eye.

The young man's posture gave a sense of familiarity. Combined with the "Wizard Encyclopedia" still clutched in his hand, he seemed to be a good student who was extremely diligent and loved to study. He was too sleepy because of reading for too long.

Fell asleep.

After experiencing so many things tonight, he should be very tired, but he didn't forget to study after he came back...

As a teacher, Mrs. Chelsea was stunned for a moment, and her original intention of coming to chat with him faded away.

As soon as he raised his hand, Meren, who was lying on the desk, slowly floated up, took off his coat in mid-air, and then lay gently on the soft four-poster bed in the bedroom.

The neatly folded blue quilt spread out on its own, completely covering the black-haired boy's body, leaving only his head and his left hand exposed.

Mrs. Chelsea then came to Mellen's left side of the bed and stared at Mellen, who fell asleep due to "exhaustion."

After a moment of silence, she took out the book of secret words and used this medium to explain to Meren as much as she could about tonight's events.

In order to prevent the young man from still worrying about his friend named Arthur when he wakes up.

Then she took out a simple-looking dagger and a silver goblet from the cuffs of her long skirt.

The dagger looks ordinary. The handle is tightly wrapped with a cloth strip, and it even looks a bit crude.

Relatively speaking, the silver wine glass is much more gorgeous. Not only is the rim of the glass embellished with gold, but the body of the glass is also surrounded by a strange carved portrait——

A group of angels with wings on their backs and a halo of wisdom above their heads were holding various weapons and suppressed the ferocious demons at their feet.

This thing looks very mysterious, but as the owner of the cup, Mrs. Chelsea certainly has no intention of looking at it.

After placing the cup on the bedside table, she stretched out her smooth left wrist, picked up a sharp dagger in her right hand, and slowly made a cut above her wrist.

The tender white skin was quickly cut open, revealing a trace of flesh and blood. Strange black blood flowed out quietly and fell into the silver wine glass, tick, tick...

A murmur in some unknown language quietly sounded in the room as the black blood appeared.

The sound was not obvious at first, but as more and more liquid filled the small bowl, the whispering sound became louder and even became a sharp roar.

At the same time, as the black blood in the cup continued to gather, some pictures that seemed very horrifying appeared faintly in it——

Skeletons piled up into mountains, the sky was scarlet, and a large number of terrifying humanoid monsters that seemed to be scorched were walking around the vast scorched earth, biting each other, devouring, and gathering...

It was like a hellish scene, silently revealing that the liquid in the cup was not a good thing.

As they continued to leave the body, Mrs. Chelsea's aura became even stronger and her face became brighter and more beautiful.

But when a drop of golden blood mixed with a large amount of black blood quietly overflowed from the wound, she quickly pinched the wound and stopped bleeding.

Then, she used a dagger to "pick up" the drop of golden blood that exuded bright light, and dripped it towards the sleeping black snake on Melen's left wrist.

Once touched, the golden blood quickly blended into the little snake's body, and then quickly ignited the flesh and blood organs inside the snake one after another like a flame!

This is obviously not a mild transformation.

It only took less than a second for the snake to go from waking up to struggling in pain to dying motionless.

But as the hot golden light smolders and flickers under its scales, its snake eyes change from dull and dead to sharp and energetic.

Standing with his head held high, his expression was filled with a sense of desolation as he mouthed the letter.

That expression is vaguely similar to Mrs. Chelsea!

However, this wonderful sense of déjà vu did not last long.

As the little snake wrapped around Meren's wrist again, its body began to stiffen and solidify, its eyes darkened, and finally, as if it had lost its life, it completely turned into an exquisite black bracelet.

Mrs. Chelsea's face turned pale as a result, as if she had been seriously hurt.

And when she pinched the silver cup and drank the black blood that kept making sharp roars in one gulp.

Her legs even weakened, and she collapsed on the floor beside the bed as if she was seriously ill. Her slender arms wearing elbow-length white gloves supported the floor, and cold sweat continued to break out from her smooth forehead.

"If this is what you want, Lydia,"

A weak sneer appeared on her face, "Then do as you wish."

After taking a few deep breaths and finally looking at the little apprentice sleeping on the bed, Mrs. Chelsea struggled to grab the bedside table, climbed up, and staggered out of Mellen's bedroom.

As a result, the room returned to silence, and the dim moonlight filtered in from the window, covering the spots on the floor with sweat dripping from the lady's forehead.

Mellen was still asleep at the bedside, unaware of what had just happened.

Time keeps passing.

As the darkness of the environment outside the window slowly faded, a ray of morning light quietly shone in the sky, becoming brighter and brighter, making the young man's cheeks seem to glow.

Thus, a noisy night finally came to an end.

But what happened that night did not subside. Instead, it began to ferment rapidly, being published in many newspapers, and then quickly spreading to every corner of the wizarding world.

The dormant mixed-race association also quickly began to regain its vitality.