You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes?

Although his home is in this city, considering the convenience, after joining the association, Meren had no intention of going back for a while.

There's nothing going on there anyway, and my parents don't know where they went.

Although there is an older brother at home, he is a workaholic, and he may not meet once a month.

And although the association's resident's exterior doesn't look very good, the interior rooms are very beautifully decorated.

The sofa and four-poster bed are brand new, and the floor is a little worn, but with a brown carpet on it, it looks rustic and natural.

There is a separate bathtub and toilet, as well as a floor-to-ceiling window.

Although the street outside the window is deserted and dilapidated, it doesn't have a special style if you have a few glances - as long as you don't use the "wizard's perspective".

All in all, apart from not being served by servants, it basically didn't affect Meren's quality of life.

Rather, after coming here, his life has undergone tremendous changes.

At this time, Meren was observing the silk thread on the little finger of his left hand from the perspective of a wizard.

The old examiner did not mention the existence of this thread, but from the picture from the thread, it should be unique to him.

However, other than being able to see some pictures, there seems to be no other use...

The invisible third hand touched the dark golden silk thread, and a dynamic picture immediately entered Merron's mind.

It was a white-decorated bath, and a human-shaped "mosaic" was standing at the edge of the bath.

After a while, a long black dress fell off "Mosaic" to his feet.

Then "Mosaic" jumped into the pool like a nimble mermaid.

The water was rippling, the waves splashed, and there were speckled water stains on the long black dress placed by the pool.

The worsted fabric thus softens rapidly and becomes damp...

Merron cuts the connection between the third hand and the thread, and the image fades away.

The so-called see no evil, he is not the kind of person who would be so obscene to peep into other people's privacy.

It's not that Yan Yanshi, who is blocked by Mosaic, is not worth watching at all, so I don't watch it.

"Mosaic is obviously the Mrs. Chelsea, because my level is not enough, so I can't see her appearance from this perspective."

"The reason why this thread was born should be that I changed her destiny."

"But what about the first magician whose fate was changed by me? Why isn't there a corresponding thread? And those people at the entrance of the hospital?"

"Because it's not a wizard..."

Thoughtfully, Meren turned his eyes to the front.

He was sitting cross-legged on the neat carpet beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a stack of books, a diary, a pocket watch, a cloth pocket, and a wand in front of him.

Meren picked up the black wand made of bone first.

He already knew how to use this before, so he didn't need to think about it for the time being.

However, the spellcasting rules related to this wand made Merron ponder-

If a wizard has not perfected a certain spell, he cannot get rid of his reliance on a wand when casting a spell.

Doesn't it mean that when a wizard is fighting, he can instantly decide the winner by knocking down the opponent's weapon?

Extending from this idea, Meren couldn't help thinking of his mutated third hand.

Wizards always need a process to cast spells, and this process shortens as proficiency increases.

But no matter how short the time is, it can't be faster than the blink of an eye, right?

"So, am I invincible?"

He thinks this seems unlikely, after all, guns have appeared in this world.

If the methods of wizards are really so simple, what qualifications do they have to occupy the top of the world?

Because of some high-level wizards?

Or have the wizards merged with the world's ruling class?

After thinking about it for a while, Meren put down his wand and looked at other items.

There were several thick brown-skinned books called Encyclopedias of Wizards, and Merron tried to open them, hoping to use the "skill points" to pour the knowledge in the books into his mind.

Sadly, Fate has no response to these books.

Maybe it's because this kind of book isn't a technical book, or something else.

Mellon isn't so sure about that.

After removing a few encyclopedias, he picked up the little dusty, flax-looking pocket again.

After undoing the rope, he opened the bag and glanced inside, and found that there was a space about the size of a suitcase inside.

"So why don't you put these books inside and give them to me?"

Merron was a little strange. After trying to do this, he suddenly realized that the hole was too small to fit in.

Both advanced and backward.

Secretly commenting on this, Mellon turned to pick up the exquisite silver pocket watch.

I opened it with a snap, and found that the inside of the pocket watch was similar to a normal clock, with a twelve-hour clock.

However, there is only one hand, and it has been fixed at one o'clock without moving.

And when Mellon let go of his hand, the pointer instantly returned to 12.

"This should correspond to the person in the attribute..."

After trying to pick it up and put it down a few times, Merron basically understood what this thing was for.

After putting it in the purse, he looked at the last thing.

a diary.

A diary with a blue gemstone inlaid in the center of the black cover, and a blue quill under the cover.

But I didn't see the matching ink.

Trying to open it, but motionless, Merron tried to touch the cover sapphire with a third hand, and the diary spread itself out.

A sentence appeared on the title page: "Please fill in your correspondence name in the blank below."

"This thing won't be..."

Mellon's interest in this increased greatly, and after hurriedly signing Iger Wilson's name, he opened the diary.

Then he found out that although the diary looked normal on the surface, there were only ten pages inside that could be opened.

The rest of it is thickened with something like paraffin.

"It's not deceiving consumers, is it?"

Muttering in his mouth, Mellon turned the diary to the first page.

Unlike other blank pages, there is a name in the upper right corner of this page: von der Leyen.

In the first line of the page below the name, there is a paragraph that is quietly existing.

"You are studying in the children's class these days. After about a week, the president will arrive in Graham, and I will take you to see him."

"President?"

Mellon tried to write a reply under the sentence with the quill without ink, but there was no response.

So he tried to integrate his third hand into the pen again, like a wand.

The handwriting was born.

Exquisite and smooth, the hand feels extremely smooth, and the nib seems to be coated with a layer of lubricating oil.

However, after writing, the above words disappeared, and it seemed that the chat history would be cleared after reading.

Merron thought for a while, and then added, "How is this kind of communication accomplished (⊙▽⊙?"

"The core technology is related to psychics, but psychics is a skill that is easy to learn but difficult to master. I can't tell you the specifics. If you are interested, you can go to the library to check the information yourself, the address is..."

After this sentence, another sentence emerged shortly after.

"What is this you drew?"

"Doodles casually - so who is that president?"

"An old guy older than me, a wizard, but always likes to fight with people... I'll tell you the specifics when he comes."

"Okay, I know!"

…

This thing is really new in this world, which made Melon find the feeling of chatting with netizens in his previous life after a long absence.

It's a pity that his current "friend" is only such a little old man.

After closing the notebook, Mellon thought for a while, picked up an encyclopedia next to it, and opened it.

Attribute information quietly emerged, and one of the new skills was faintly listed at the end—

【Electro-Optics (Introduction)】

This is obviously the spell that Meren used before.

Looking at the number corresponding to the number of fate, there are still 6 points, Merron's mind is moved, and he wants to add this spell to the top-

Although this seems to be only a low-level spell, Merron's fate is also easy to come by, so I don't think this kind of thing is a waste at all.

Instead, he wanted to get a feel for what it was like to cast spells out of thin air without using a wand.

However, things have changed here.

While the mind was turning, the electro-optic technique did not change, but a line of prompts quietly emerged—

[You cannot use the fate of 0 to improve the spellcasting skill of 1. 】

"What's the situation? Skills also have personality restrictions?"

Merron was stunned for a moment, completely caught off guard.

The Sun Knight breathing technique that I practiced before is much more powerful than this electro-optic technique?

How can the breathing technique be improved, but the electro-optic technique cannot?

He didn't quite understand it.

But after thinking about it carefully, Meren had a faint guess.

"Because I was able to learn that breathing method before, so it's only 0 character no matter how awesome it is?"

"Similarly, because I can learn that psychic deduction method, so I extracted it from Mrs. Chelsea? Not another ability?"

"However, Mrs. Chelsea should be a high-level witch. Why did I change her fate and only get a fate with a 0 personality?"

"Could it be that the level of fate I can obtain depends not on the level of others, but on what level I am currently at?"

"Then, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com If my rank is 1, but the fate of an ordinary person with 0 rank is changed, can I draw the fate of 1 rank, or 0 rank?"

This seems to require experimentation to know the results.

Mellon was a little disappointed.

He had fantasized before that one day he would change the fate of a certain top wizard, and then extract a top secret technique from the opponent, which would make him instantly invincible.

Now it seems that this is obviously overthinking.

"Okay, people are always greedy. In fact, my golden fingers are already awesome enough. I can't ask for too much..."

After patting his **** and standing up, Merron kept comforting himself while picking up the "diary"-like book of secret words and walking out of the room.

The goldfinger-related experiment is not in a hurry. The most important thing for him now is to wait for the next old assessor named Feng to come over to him for the life-saving spell that he desperately needs.

The second is to integrate into this group and learn all the knowledge and skills required by wizard apprentices.

Then again, Mellon considered that he should go to a wizarding school for a higher level of education.

Because Merron always felt that compared to the secular world, where the level division of the wizarding world is very clear, it may be exposed to be more naked and cruel in some aspects.

Without mastering enough power, he would have no sense of security.

As for how much is enough...

Stepping on the wooden stairs, and after arriving at the first floor of a club that was decorated like a club, Merron glanced and saw a group of people talking not far away.

He's going to make some friends.

However, when Merron approached, he heard a conversation that made him feel a little embarrassed.