You call this a black hand?

The sky is clear and the air is fresh.

On the lawn of the manor, a group of sparrows were jumping and playing, making bursts of chirping sounds.

Occasionally, there will be two or three of them, and they will flap their wings and land in the pool under the Angel Fountain not far away to clean their feathers. They seem to be very clean.

In the spacious and gorgeous banquet hall, Mrs. Chelsea was still sitting in her old position. While looking at the scenery outside the window, she held a cup of ginger tea in her hand, which was said to be able to warm the palace and dispel the cold. She occasionally lowered her head and took a sip.

Next to her, the upright silver-haired old housekeeper was reporting work in a low voice.

"Aside from frequent visits to high-end brothels in the dock area, Brady did not leave any other clues before committing suicide."

"We had previously suspected that he had contacts in the brothel, but after investigation, our people denied this."

"We judge that his behavior was just an indulgence before his death. This can also prove that his suicide was planned for a long time."

"And in Mary's cell, we..."

…

More than a week has passed since Mrs. Chelsea was assassinated by her maid, and what happened during this period seems a bit confusing.

The maid Mary died suddenly in her cell, and the guard captain Brady who was guarding the cell committed suicide at the same time.

There were no suspicious traces left at the scene, as if everything was proceeding according to a plan made by some will.

The investigation was hindered, and the clues about the assassination seemed to be cut off. However, Mrs. Chelsea, the victim, did not show the slightest expression of displeasure, and her face remained calm, as if she had expected this.

"However, after using psychic techniques to carefully sort out Brady's blood relatives, we discovered that he left a 17-year-old illegitimate son in this world."

The housekeeper whispered: "The mother of the illegitimate child is a wizard."

"The illegitimate son inherited his mother's wizard blood?"

The lady turned her head to look at the housekeeper, seeming to be finally interested in his report.

"Yes, he is a mixed race. He has also joined the "Mixed Race Wizards Rights Protection Association". He is currently receiving preschool education and is preparing to apply to attend Canterbury Wizarding School."

…

The so-called mixed-blood wizards do not refer to the product of a combination of wizards of a certain race and wizards of another race, but the children of pure-blood wizards and ordinary people.

This kind of child will most likely be an ordinary person when born, but there is also a small chance of inheriting the blood of a wizard.

As long as a child with wizard blood receives systematic education, he can officially become a wizard who masters extraordinary spells.

However, mixed-blood wizards are not popular.

The mainstream wizarding world is dominated by pure bloods and is very repulsive to mixed bloods.

Some extreme pure-blood families will even secretly and plannedly kill and purge mixed-bloods to prevent "these filthy bastards from polluting the pure and noble wizard class."

However, there are also some wizards who are very dissatisfied with this behavior and have a certain degree of goodwill toward mixed-races.

Isabella Chelsea is one of them.

Therefore, in her territory—that is, Graham City—many mixed-race and mixed-race-related organizations are active.

The "Half-Blood Wizards Rights Protection Association" is one such organization.

But now, this organization that was born because of her kind indulgence is vaguely connected to her assassination...

Mrs. Chelsea, who was sitting by the window, lowered her eyes. After thinking for a moment, she sneered.

"A group of hyenas hiding in the gutter, afraid to show up, can only do so much."

She seemed to have guessed something. Seeing this, the housekeeper asked in a deep voice: "Should we arrest the illegitimate child?"

"Never let your enemies lead you."

Taking a sip of the ginger tea in her hand, she felt a slight warmth rising in her lower abdomen. Mrs. Chelsea, with her blond hair tied up in a high bun, said softly: "Otherwise, you will easily fall into the quagmire and be covered in stink, and you won't see any benefits."

"So, what do you mean?"

"What do you think someone wants to get rid of me for?"

"...sowing dissension?"

"If we really think so, we are playing into the enemy's plot."

As she said this, the lady placed the teacup in her hand on the low table covered with a white tablecloth in front of her, and pointed to a newspaper next to her.

"We need to combine some seemingly unrelated clues to think about the whole thing."

Under the sunshine outside the window, the newspapers on the table looked quiet.

However, they are actually not ordinary, because the pictures of the various sections above can move.

Including but not limited to the wanted criminal's head showing a ferocious expression.

The practical effects of a wizard inventor's latest spell invention.

When some high-level wizards gathered together, the photos taken showed a lively scene...

The front page headline of this newspaper showed a group of mysterious people wearing black coats, carrying suitcases, and wearing various masks on their faces hurriedly passing by on a street.

The matching title was deliberately bolded several times——

[Truth believers from all over the world gather in Newn County, Blackthorn Kingdom. Is this a sign of disaster? Or is it a prelude to chaos?]

…

Newne County is the area where Graham City is located, or in other words, Graham City is the core of Newne County.

"What are these lunatics doing here..."

Seeing this, the butler's face became very solemn.

Because he was responsible for relatively mundane matters under his wife's command, he paid little attention to information about the wizard class.

When I saw this news at this moment, I was caught off guard and immediately felt a pressure rushing towards me.

Among the wizard groups around the world, no one would think that the group of truth believers are normal people, because they act crazy and often violate common sense.

But at the same time, no one dares to underestimate them, because they are very vengeful and will not stop fighting at every turn.

"This is exactly the direction we need to focus on next."

The lady said calmly: "So, do you know what to do next?"

The housekeeper nodded silently when he heard this, and then asked in a low voice, "So, the matter with the Half-blood Wizards Rights Protection Association... is that settled?"

"No, although it's not the focus there, it can still be investigated a little bit."

With that said, the lady changed the subject, "Is your grandson old enough to apply to enter a wizard school?"

"Yes," the housekeeper replied hurriedly, "she should be admitted to Fort St. Grant in the same batch as the lady."

"Although the teaching quality of St. Grant's Fort is among the best in the entire wizarding education world, its performance in terms of student practice is not very good."

Mrs. Chelsea said softly: "If you are willing, you can ask your little grandson to do this for me."

"It would be his pleasure!"

The butler answered immediately, with a calm tone, but a hint of joy clearly flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, the meaning behind this sentence is not simple.

"Right,"

As if she thought of something from this, the lady who picked up the ginger tea cup suddenly asked: "Mellen, how is your investigation going?"

…

The meeting more than a week ago made Mrs. Chelsea doubtful.

So that night she ordered her subordinates to re-investigate Mellen.

But compared to other things, this matter was not important, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

When she mentioned the housekeeper's grandchildren, she suddenly thought of that little guy.

However, what she didn't expect was that after she finished speaking, a look of embarrassment flashed across the housekeeper's face.

"Mr. Mellen Gilbert's family is no different from the results we found last time, but the tracking of his personal whereabouts is..."

"Um?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, our people lost track of him."

Lost?

A flash of surprise flashed across the lady's face when she heard this, "You mean, he has left Graham?"

"Yes,"

The housekeeper nodded, "The day after meeting you, he distributed all his property to some poor people for some unknown reason, and then went to the suburban town of Smedley within two days."

"Then, he forged a false identity through some people there and took an airship to Hayden City in Frank County. Then, our people..."

The butler felt very embarrassed when he said this.

Because he clearly remembered that the last time Mellen went to the train station to prepare to leave the city, they tracked his location without much effort and gave him a very effective blow.

However, it was only a few days, and they were unable to grasp the whereabouts of the little guy...

Although the top experts were not sent to follow because it was not an important matter, relatively speaking, the group of people following Melen were regarded as very powerful elites in the eyes of others.

After all, they don't look down on people who are too low-level.

But now...

"It's not your fault."

Mrs. Chelsea looked thoughtful, but did not explain much.

After waving her hand to signal the housekeeper to leave, she couldn't help but think about this matter.

The Sun Knight Breathing Method that she gave to Melen was not a simple breathing method, but the core secret of the ancient Sun God Church.

As long as you enter the door, the overall quality of the cultivator will be significantly improved, and the perception of the surrounding environment will be much stronger than that of normal people.

Especially when standing in the sun, the perception of a knight with an entry-level breathing technique is even comparable to that of a formal wizard.

Therefore, it is not difficult to understand that her people lost track of their target.

But how is this possible?

Although the effect of the breathing method is very significant after being introduced to it, it is much more difficult to practice than other breathing methods.

According to the records of the Sun God Cult, the average time for a knight to practice this breathing method is one year.

Even the most genius will not take less than a month.

But Melen...

Just as he was thinking about it, the housekeeper who had left earlier came back in a hurry, with an obvious look of relief on his face.

"Madam, according to reports from my men, our people have regained control of Mr. Mellon Gilbert's whereabouts not long ago."

What a coincidence...

Mrs. Chelsea was stunned when she heard this, and then asked with interest: "Where is he?"

"Currently taking an airship from Hayden City, heading back to Graham."