You call this a black hand?

"Master Mellen, please walk slower!"

Under the scorching afternoon sun, an anxious shouting voice sounded in the square in front of the train ticket booth.

The young servant carrying two black suitcases, wearing a newsboy cap and a linen shirt, hurriedly chased the young figure who was walking quickly through the crowd in front of him.

Unfortunately, his voice was obscured by a train whistle, so that the young man in formal clothes in front of him didn't even hear what he shouted.

But even if he heard it, Mellen would not slow down.

Because he was in a hurry to queue up at the ticket booth to buy tickets.

In other words, running away in a hurry.

Although he had not obtained any more information before, the strange way of death made him certain that he must have died from a man-made accident rather than his own fault.

That being the case, how long will it take if we don’t run?

As for the foreknowledge that tonight he would be exposed to the mysterious realm of the world, Meren didn't take it seriously.

He thought it might be that after the assassination, Mrs. Chelsea thought of his intentional or unintentional reminder and wanted to repay her.

It's just that the lady is Melen's main suspect. It's too late for him to hide, but he doesn't want to get close to her, lest he get deeper into trouble——

Anyway, with golden fingers, Meren is not afraid of missing this opportunity.

There is no big deal before life and death. He is still young now. As long as he survives the calamity of death, everything will be easy.

By the way, you can also test whether Golden Finger will react if you change your destiny.

"But if you can't avoid death after running to other cities, then it won't be the cause of what happened last night."

While secretly pondering, Meren had already reached the end of the long queue in front of the ticket booth window, and then waited patiently.

…

Graham, where Mellen is located, is not a small city.

It is an important transportation hub in the southeast of the kingdom. It connects overseas trade to the outside world and serves as a transportation transfer station internally.

Therefore, transportation is much more developed than other cities.

There is not only a 24-hour train station, but also two airship floating ports -

That thing is like a large hot air balloon. It doesn't sail very fast, but it's comfortable to ride. You can also see the vast scenery of the earth during the trip.

If there is nothing urgent, taking an airship is the first choice for wealthy people.

It's just that Mellen has not forgotten how airships were eliminated in the history of the earth in his previous life, so he never rides on that thing.

However, in this day and age, taking the train is actually not a good thing.

Apart from anything else, the smell of urine in the open square in front of the ticket booth is enough.

As you move forward at the end of the queue, you can still smell the smell of low-quality perfume around you, as well as bursts of body odor coming from all directions.

Someone spat on the tiled floor in front of him, and Mellen's feet in high-top leather shoes accidentally stepped on it, making it slippery and making his face darken immediately.

My mood became very bad, and the noise around me was very noisy and humming.

The most obvious thing is that on the other side of the square, a thin old man wearing a gray linen robe was shouting something to the people around him.

When passing by after buying the ticket, Mellen listened to a few words and found that the other party was promoting some kind of weird remarks.

The son of destiny is about to come, and the gospel will hang over everyone.

"What bullshit?"

Mellen, who was in a not-so-good mood, sighed secretly and was too lazy to listen any more. He took the train ticket he finally bought and went to a bench at the end of the square and sat down.

While waiting for the train to arrive at the station, the young servant carrying two suitcases next to him was still nagging that he should go to the queue. You see that your coat is stained with dust, which is not decent at all.

"I was wrong."

Mellen apologized sincerely, "I shouldn't have been brave."

So the servants became frightened instead.

This evil old society.

Just as he was sighing, a calm and clear greeting voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Gilbert."

The voice sounded familiar, and Mellen turned around in confusion.

A silver-haired old man wearing a neat black formal suit, a pocket watch on his chest, and dressed as a servant was standing beside him silently, with his body upright, holding a cane, and a humble smile on his face.

"Butler Fox?"

Mellen was taken aback.

He had met the other party yesterday, and he was a servant of Mrs. Chelsea. It was the other party who ran to invite him to the banquet last night.

"Madam is going to invite you to the manor as a guest tonight."

Seeing that Melen recognized him, the silver-haired butler respectfully took out an invitation letter from his arms and handed it to Melen. The white gloves set off the silver-rimmed letter, which looked very formal.

"I hope you can make it to your appointment on time."

"this……"

Hearing this, Mellen showed a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"I am honored to receive an invitation from Mrs. Chelsea again, but my Uncle James suddenly fell ill, and I had to rush over quickly to help take care of him..."

"As far as I know, your uncle died five years ago."

The butler smiled and said: "Died of late stage syphilis."

Melen's mouth twitched when he heard this, and then sighed: "Well, actually I accidentally broke my father's favorite ancient statue of the sun god, so I had to take refuge at my aunt's house before he came back.

…”

"Five hundred years ago, Pope Chapman VII organized the Crusaders to destroy the last stronghold of the Sun God Cult on Thunder Island, and personally smashed a statue that had been worshiped by the sect for generations. Afterwards, the statue was

People are put back together again.”

The butler said: "It is now stored in Madam's manor. If you need it, I will send a servant to deliver it to you."

"That's too expensive, I can't accept it."

Meren waved her hands hurriedly, "I'd better go to my aunt's house and see her by the way. I haven't seen her for a long time, so I miss her."

"If you insist..."

The housekeeper thought for a while, turned around and called a servant who was waiting quietly behind him, and whispered something.

So not long after, rapid whistles and loud bells suddenly rang from the bell tower not far from the ticket booth.

A group of police officers in blue uniforms rushed in quickly and began to disperse the surrounding crowd without any explanation.

The cordon was raised, the ticket booth's external window was closed, and a whining steam train that was about to move was also intercepted.

Passengers were driven out of the car in confusion or swearing, and then were roughly driven outside the cordon by the police.

In the blink of an eye, the station square, which was originally bustling with people, became very empty.

In the silence, only the smell of urine and residual body odor still floated silently.

"Graham City's first and second floating ports will also be closed within the next half hour."

"Closing the dock area is a little more troublesome and takes about an hour, but if you just restrict ships from accepting traveling passengers, it will not take more than ten minutes."

Under Meren's stunned gaze, the silver-haired butler said respectfully: "If necessary, we can also cut off the main land route and prohibit the passage of horses and vehicles."

God damn if necessary.

Mellen didn't know what to say.

I just don’t want to see your wife, why are you like this?

Moreover, Graham is an important trade transit station in the kingdom, and its daily cargo throughput is astonishing. It can be said that it is related to the economic lifeline of the eastern part of the kingdom...

Are you going to block it just because you said it?

That Mrs. Chelsea actually has so much energy?

Mellen was caught off guard.

He was deeply impressed by the young lady Mrs. Chelsea, but mostly it was due to her beauty and temperament.

Mellen actually doesn't know much about her family and influence.

They probably only knew that the other party was a powerful person in the city. He held banquets every now and then, and invited guests ranging from the mayor to police detectives. He seemed to enjoy socializing.

Last night, because I drew a special skill from the opponent, I added the label of a witch to this impression.

But as to what level Mrs. Chelsea is at, Mellen actually has no idea.

And subconsciously, he felt that the other party might not be a very powerful character.

After all, if he was really a very powerful guy, how could he possibly get in touch with him?

So he didn't hesitate much when he decided to run away this time, and he didn't cherish the other party's possible gratitude.

However, what he saw now can prove that his judgment was completely wrong.

Although the housekeeper here only shows the wife's power in the secular world, who can be sure that the secular and wizard classes are completely separated?

Mellen did not believe that Mrs. Chelsea was the only wizard in this kingdom who could do whatever she wanted without any scruples.

And since there is more than one wizard in the secular kingdom, the fact that she, or one of her housekeepers can still act like this and act unscrupulously for a trivial matter can only prove one thing...

"Please tell Madam,"

After taking a deep breath, Mellen stood up solemnly, took the invitation from the other party with both hands, and said, "I will go to the appointment on time."

"I hope you can understand that what we just did was not a threat to you,"

The butler said apologetically: "It's to prove to you that this invitation from Madam is more important to your future development than visiting your aunt."

"Of course," Mellen responded sternly, "I fully understand your good intentions, butler."

"Then, I look forward to your arrival."

The steward bowed and saluted him, then turned and left with his cane.

Also leaving together were the police officers responsible for interception and security.

So not long after, the empty station quietly resumed operation.

The train started up again with billowing smoke from the chimney, the conductor returned to the ticket booth, and the noisy crowd gathered again.

They all discussed in confusion what had just happened.

Some guessed that they were arresting important criminals, some guessed that they were searching for some kind of dangerous items, and some even speculated that Her Majesty the Queen was visiting Graham and was secretly hiding aside to observe the public sentiment.

"Police, rich people, nobles, kings! They are like a group of maggots, greedily swallowing the bodies of the righteous people that have become more rotten due to being eroded by lies. They cheer loudly every time they chew!"

The old man in gray robe who preached was unwilling to leave the square before, so he faced a very rough encounter. Now that he was free, the words he shouted at the top of his lungs were filled with anger.

"But the future of the maggots will never end well! Look, the righteous people who are persecuted by lies, the son of destiny has arrived! He will definitely punish those who are greedy..."

The hysterical roar coming from behind became weaker and weaker, and Mellen had already left the ticket square in a hurry with his servants.

After taking the public carriage back home, he thought carefully and took with him the book that predicted the cause of his death.

Mellen has already thought about it. Since he can't avoid the problem, he should face the problem head on!

Since Mrs. Chelsea insists on inviting him, she will take a photo of the book directly in front of him after he passes by.

See what she says!