You call this a black hand?

He was very determined, but when Mellen went to the appointment, he was as honest as a good baby.

Guided by the housekeeper, he walked east and west through a group of buildings behind the manor for a while before he finally arrived.

Obviously, this was a relatively private exchange.

At this moment, Mrs. Chelsea is sitting in a study room that is not large but brightly lit and beautifully decorated.

Mellen was a little surprised by this.

Because the decoration style of this study is very similar to my own, with the same red floor and solid wood desk, and the surrounding walls are also covered with brown-red bookcases.

Even on the wall behind the lady, there is also an oil painting hanging.

It's just that Mellen's oil painting shows a dignified lady, while Mrs. Chelsea's painting shows a middle-aged female knight wearing a crown, a gorgeous cloak, and holding a long sword.

"Catherine III, the eldest daughter of Fielding the Conqueror seven hundred years ago, was the great emperor who unified the two kingdoms of Gunther and Norton into the Northern Empire."

Seeing Mellen looking at the oil painting, the lady sitting behind the desk explained lightly, and then motioned Mellen to sit opposite her.

What she is wearing today is not the cumbersome dress from last night, but a relatively homely black waist-hugging tight dress. The long sleeves reveal the gold silk underlay, which matches her slightly curly long golden hair.

, looks very gorgeous.

Combined with the crown on the oil painting above his head, Melen had the illusion that he was visiting a noble queen.

However, this feeling disappeared when the "Queen" picked up a silver coffee pot in the corner of the desk with her white and delicate fingers and poured Mellen a cup of coffee with her own hands.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Gilbert."

"Perhaps you understand why I invited you tonight?"

The hoarse voice made Mellen tense up, but on the surface he shook his head in confusion.

"Sorry, I thought it was a banquet like yesterday. Before I came, I didn't expect that you would meet me alone on this occasion..."

Although he didn't know what kind of disaster the person in front of him had experienced today, Mellen didn't think that his precognitive ability would be discovered by the other party.

After all, it wasn't a direct reminder, so what happened last night was more of a coincidence.

As for admitting that he did it intentionally yesterday?

Mellen never thought of such a thing.

Not to mention that he is still not sure what that kind of precognitive ability means in this world. Even if he can be sure that this ability will not cause harm, he does not think it is easy to reveal his details to a stranger who is not familiar but is very powerful.

What is a human being with a brain?

Even though he had just saved this stranger's life.

Mrs. Chelsea didn't ask any more questions about this, but just took a deep look at Mellen.

"Then let's get straight to the point."

"To put it simply, what you did yesterday inadvertently reminded me and prevented me from being plotted by others today, which is equivalent to saving my life."

"And my family believes in equal exchange. If you saved me, I must repay your kindness."

"So, what do you want?"

Her words were so direct that Meron was surprised.

But if you think about it carefully, people of this level probably wouldn't have the intention to chat with a little person like me. It would be more efficient to just do it directly.

So he hesitated for a moment and then said: "There is a question that has been bothering me for a long time, but I have never found the answer. I think maybe you should know something about it."

"what is the problem?"

Mrs. Chelsea asked calmly.

As a powerful wizard, she didn't think the problem plaguing the boy in front of her could be a big problem.

At most, it involves some mysterious phenomena or the like, or secrets among certain people.

What else could it be?

So immediately after, she saw Mellen put a book on the desk in front of her.

Under the bright light, the title of the book stood out in Mrs. Chelsea's eyes, and the impact was considerable.

She fell into silence.

"I hope you don't misunderstand."

Seeing that she didn't speak for a while, Meren explained in a low voice: "It's just that I can't understand. Is there really such a way to die in the world?"

"If so, how could we avoid it?"

…

Although Melen had already made up her mind before coming, she actually wanted to be tactful. After all, it was easy for the other party to misunderstand that she was teasing her.

But since the other party is speaking so straightforwardly now, Melen has nothing to be embarrassed about.

"Is this...important to you?"

The lady asked slightly hesitantly.

Her hesitation was obviously not because of the question itself, but because she seemed to think of something from it, so Mellen nodded hurriedly.

"Because my family has been thinking about my future marriage recently, so I have to figure it out in advance."

"If I don't understand this issue clearly, I will definitely not get married."

"That's absolutely terrible!"

…

The young man's expression was firm, and there seemed to be a deep fear deep in his pure blue eyes, as if he was very worried about his future.

Mrs. Chelsea didn't speak any more, but looked at Mellen suspiciously, not knowing what she was thinking.

Mellen was a little uneasy when he saw this.

The lady in front of him was the object of his major suspicion, but in fact, Mellen was not sure that it was really her.

However, it seems at this time that the other party's attitude...

The study was quiet for a while, and then there was no movement. A maid knocked on the door and came in.

On the silver plate she held in her hand, there was a worn and heavy light yellow parchment book quietly placed.

The title of the book was written in a script Mellen didn't recognize, and it looked a bit like hieroglyphics.

Mellen's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

Although I don’t know the title of the book, the appearance of the maid has clearly proved that Mrs. Chelsea’s next words will definitely involve the mysterious realm of this world!

"It's called the Sun Knight Breathing Technique."

After placing the book on the desk, Madam did not explain too much, but changed the subject.

"Do you believe there is magic in this world?"

"I didn't believe it before, but now..."

Mellen said hesitantly: "This lady's appearance is obviously because of your order, but I didn't hear you speak at all just now..."

"very good."

The madam was very satisfied that Mellen was not taken aback - when some people hear about this kind of thing, their first reaction is often disbelief, or they think it is a scam.

"So, what do you think the origin of magic is?"

"Is it because of this book?"

"To be precise, it's this kind of book."

Mrs. Chelsea said: "Initially, knights found that when training with specific breathing rates and postures, their exercise effects would increase dramatically."

"One of the very powerful knights, after training this method to the extreme, found that he suddenly awakened a special power that could retrieve objects from across the air."

"The original wizard was born."

Retrieving items from the air?

Mellen blinked when he heard this.

I can do this kind of thing...

Could it be that the "third hand" is the medium to become a wizard?

What was in my heart was not revealed.

On the surface, Mellen said with a serious look on his face: "You mean, as long as I practice this breathing method to the extreme and become a wizard, I won't have that kind of trouble?"

"What you said is half right."

The lady shook her head and said: "But you can't practice it to the extreme, nor can you become a wizard."

"Why?"

"The first wizard came from a family of knights. His ancestors had never stopped practicing the breathing method, but it was not until he, the tenth generation heir, that he finally practiced the breathing method to the extreme."

"What do you think this is because of?"

"...blood inheritance?"

"clever."

A smile appeared on the lady's face.

"The practice of each generation of his ancestors is subtly changing his own bloodline. Through reproduction, this bloodline will have a certain chance of being passed on to future generations. After ten generations of continuous accumulation, it can be worthy of a person with unique power.

A wizard is born."

"Tell me, what should you do to match the efforts of other families for ten lifetimes?"

Meren didn't speak, but unconsciously pursed his lips, seeming a little unconvinced.

However, this reaction is normal.

Many outstanding people from ordinary families will think that they are exceptions after learning about the birth of wizards, and they are not willing to accept that they have no way to control magic after learning that there is magic in the world.

Unfortunately, reality is often cruel...

Staring at the big boy in front of her, the lady's eyes flashed with pity, and then she pushed the breathing method on the table to him.

"This breathing method is very special. Even in the eyes of a top wizard, it is very precious."

"Take it, as it will be the inheritance of your family, your descendants will be forever grateful to you."

"This is not enough to express my gratitude to you, so if you encounter any problems in the future, you can always come to the manor to find my butler."

"He will treat you as a distinguished guest."

Meren nodded silently, and seeing that Madam didn't seem to be interested in saying anything else, he wisely stood up, bowed to her, and then left.

The study fell into silence. Watching his back disappear from sight, the expression on Madam's face became a little serious.

She then called an old maid and asked in a stern tone: "Has the lady walked out of the manor in the past month?"

"not at all."

The old maid replied respectfully, "But since that incident happened at noon, Miss has never left the bedroom."

"It's just a little temper."

The expression on Mrs. Chelsea's face softened slightly and turned into a deep sigh.

The fact that she has never left the manor proves that it is impossible for her daughter to meet Melen, but she has never met Meren, so why would he think about such side issues?

Are you really just scared because the wedding is approaching?

…

On the other side, Mellen, who was unconvinced by his wife, immediately calmed down after boarding his private carriage.

He lowered his head and looked at the Sun Knight Breathing Method in his hand, and curled his lips unconsciously.

"A world where princes, generals, and ministers must be kind... is really fucked up."

"But it doesn't matter. I'm an idiot. I don't need to practice any breathing techniques. I can directly retrieve objects from the air."

Although he complained secretly, Mellen was not proud of it.

In the final analysis, becoming a wizard cannot save him from death in the future. Practicing this breathing method is the solution.

So he still couldn't skip this process.

In the swaying carriage, Mellen opened the parchment, wanting to see what words were used to record this breathing method, and then figure out where he should go to learn it.

However, when he opened the page and looked at it, a "hint" quietly appeared on the surface of the page——

[Would you like to spend some life to learn the skill "Sun Knight Breathing Technique"? 】