You call this a black hand?

Mrs. Chelsea clearly has a lot on her plate.

At the beginning, I responded to Mellen several times, but when I saw that he didn't mention anything urgent, he kept asking questions, and the reply speed became slower and slower.

In the end, he even told him to pay less attention to those things that have been eliminated by the historical process, which have no real use.

Because heaven and hell, and even the Holy Spirits, have faded away with the demonic tide and disappeared.

As for the Fountain of Heaven, Madam believes that it is an extremely distant thing for Melen, no different from some ancient myths and folklore.

Mellen was a little depressed because of this.

Under normal circumstances, her idea is not wrong.

However, Melen clearly remembered that in his dream, the so-called demonic tide had reappeared in the world.

Since the demonic tide will appear in the future, the Holy Spirit and the Kingdom of Heaven will naturally revive.

No, in other words, in the last clip, the person talking to the lady was most likely a resurrected Holy Spirit!

However, facing the former world overlord, the top being who overlooked all things from the clouds, his future self turned out to be in his mother...

This metaphor is very appropriate, because the lady mentioned that when writing religious classics in history, the Holy Spirit affectionately called the fountain of heaven, our sacred and great mother...

"I don't believe that I am the kind of person who offends a group of big bosses just for fun."

Sitting at the desk, Mellen thought about this matter.

"Even if I am invincible in the future, I will never do such obscene behavior that harms others and does not benefit myself. If nothing else, it would be too embarrassing."

"What's more, judging from the last scene, I was obviously knocked unconscious. I'm not invincible at all, let alone a bad taste."

"So, in the future, I must have done that kind of thing because of some necessary reasons, and I even risked my life for it..."

Mellen frowned when he thought of this.

He couldn't think of anything that would cause him to behave in such a weird way.

This event will obviously happen in the very distant future, and it is completely difficult to say what happened in the meantime.

After all, let alone the Holy Spirit, we haven't even seen the shadow of the demonic tide yet.

Even according to the sacrifices made by those truth believers in the first scene, the so-called demonic tide... should have just begun to show its signs?

Where did this trend come from?

Mellen unconsciously thought of a wonderful existence - the Child of Destiny.

In other words, he thought about what the bishop named Luca claimed that the son of destiny revealed a big secret to them.

"Could everything stem from the secret revealed by Destiny Child?"

Mellen pondered this.

He had doubted himself before, whether he might be the son of destiny.

After all, his golden finger function is inseparable from fate, and the fact that he can see through the target's fate line is simply a bug.

However, looking at it now, this guess is obviously unreliable.

His own family knows his own affairs, but he still doesn't even know a thing about wizards. How could he possibly know any big secrets?

Even if he knew the secret, judging from what he had foreseen, he felt that it would be impossible for him to tell others.

What kind of magic power is revived, the world is in chaos, etc., how can it be better than a quiet and wretched development?

With Goldfinger's existence, he doesn't need to mess up the world and take advantage of it...

The mystery is puzzling, but without extra clues, no reliable conclusions can be drawn.

This matter seems to have ended here.

Mellen looked at his attribute panel, then ran to the bathroom to check his fate.

After confirming that there were no other changes, I began to think about whether to use fortune numbers to conduct lottery draws to enrich my own methods.

However, before he could make a decision, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Along with it, there was a greeting from a little girl.

"Aren't you awake yet, Egg?"

This was obviously Lily's voice. Mellen was startled when he heard the words, and naturally thought of the girl's future destiny and her hidden "royal" identity.

"I'm sleeping." He responded.

The girl made no movement when she heard this, but then, without using Meron to unlock the door, the internal lock actually started to move on its own.

The crack in the door then opened, and a little head poked in from the outside, with a curious look on his face.

"I heard that you did something big last night?"

This little guy is obviously very thick-skinned and has no embarrassment at all in opening other people's bedroom doors without permission.

But let’s just say she was rude. She knew beforehand that she would knock on the door and ask...

Mellen felt a little comforted by this.

The girl's facial features and image are full of childishness and youthfulness, completely different from the girl's appearance in the dream.

It can be seen from this that the war that opens the seal of the demonic tide is probably several years away from now.

"It's not a big deal."

With the future in his mind, Mellen responded humbly, "And I'm just a handyman."

"No one else says that."

The little girl blinked when she heard this.

"Everyone has read last night's news in the newspaper, and they are gathering below to discuss it. Several purebloods have come to see you."

"What do you want from me?" Mellen raised his eyebrows.

"I want to make friends, or I want to invite you to a party or something."

Lily said: "There is also a pureblood named Mike who seems to be very famous. He came up early in the morning and said that you saved his life last night and he insisted on coming to thank you."

Mike?

Mellen was stunned when he heard this, and then remembered that this guy seemed to be the short wizard who dueled with him at the banquet.

Afterwards, the two ran away together.

The guy was "allergic" to snakes. I did help him at that time, but when it comes to saving lives, I can't call him a life saver...

Feeling a little puzzled, Meren stood up, put on his coat, and walked out the door.

"Grandpa, the president, and a fat man from the Meteorological Association are also waiting for you in the living room."

When passing by the girl, I heard her say casually: "They said you gave someone a large amount of money last night."

"Who did you listen to?" Mellen asked smoothly.

"Everyone is talking about it and it has spread throughout the world."

The little girl said meaningfully: "I didn't expect you to be so rich..."

"That's in the past."

Mellen sighed after hearing this, "We experienced something last night. In order to prevent Arthur from the Meteorological Association from having an accident, I gave all my belongings to him."

"Can you be so stupid?" Lily expressed doubts.

"How can this be called stupid?"

Mellen looked at each other in surprise.

"Everyone knows how miserable Arthur is. If something bad happens to him again, I doubt he will commit suicide. So even though we have only known each other for a short time, it is worth it no matter how much we pay to save a life.

You know, life is priceless..."

A wave of moral blows successfully suppressed some of the girl's thoughts, making her look depressed but unable to say anything.

Meren nodded with satisfaction and walked toward the stairs.

Of course he couldn't bear to part with a mere 300 grams of ghost dust after he had already become rich.

But he felt that if he saved the other person's life, it would be fine if no one knew about it, and he had to pay the other person for it... This was a big disadvantage.

He never did anything to make him lose money, so when faced with the little girl who eagerly came to ask for money, he still had no intention of "paying back the money".

…

Walk down the wooden stairs.

As soon as he arrived on the first floor, Meren saw the short wizard named Mike, who was "bragging" about last night's events to the people around him.

"At that time, I escaped from the banquet hall with Egg, but we met an enemy disguised as a guard halfway."

In the hall, a short wizard was sitting in the middle with a group of people, half of his body was bandaged, and he looked like he was seriously injured.

But he was very energetic and spoke very loudly.

"To be passive, I attacked the enemy first, but he had a counterattack protection spell on his body, which knocked me out in an instant."

"Then what? Did Iger fight off that guy?" someone in the audience asked curiously.

"How is that possible? That's a third-level wizard. Egg is still an apprentice like us, so of course we can't beat him."

The short wizard said: "But I'm sure that Iger was very loyal and led the enemy away. Otherwise, the enemy would definitely hit me, and of course I wouldn't be alive now."

"You know, the enemy showed his face at that time, so if he doesn't want to be exposed..."

If you don't come over, I'll forget about you.

Mellen was a little embarrassed when he heard this.

So seeing that he was speaking enthusiastically and that the people around him were listening attentively, Mellen quietly walked towards the living room -

The president of the Mixed-blood Association suddenly arrived, but he didn't feel any surprise, because Assessor Feng had mentioned that the president would be here a few days ago.

I just didn't say it was that fast.

And now, since the other party is already waiting in the living room, it is certainly impossible for Meren to linger outside, otherwise it will appear to be too disrespectful.

With this idea in mind, Mellen stepped into the living room.

Then he was shocked to find that the old man sitting here was the old man in his dream who proposed to put Lily on the throne!

Vice President Victor was also present at this moment, so through his introduction, Mellen knew that this was the president of the Mixed Race Association, Jacques Rancière.

This made Mellen couldn't help but have some thoughts.

From the outside, the Mixed Race Association is just a third-rate organization that vigorously develops its "public relations department", but the result is that even its own people can't stand it.

However, whether it was the instigation of discord by the enemy behind the scenes or the fact that there was a descendant of the imperial royal family hidden in the association.

Even some senior officials of the Ministry of Magic in the dream looked at the old president with faint fear...

All clearly prove that this mixed-race association is actually not simple.

In other words, this rather old-looking president is not simple.

With this understanding, Mellen acted very honestly.

However, in the subsequent conversation, what puzzled him was that the attitude of this extraordinary old president towards him seemed a bit... strange?