You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes?

"Master Mellon, walk slowly!"

In the afternoon sun, an anxious shout sounded in the square in front of the train ticket booth.

The young servant carrying two black suitcases was wearing a newsboy cap and a linen blouse, hurriedly chasing the figure of the fast young man who was walking through the crowd.

It's a pity that his voice was obscured by the whistling of the train whistle, so that the boy in the formal suit in front of him didn't hear what he shouted at all.

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

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

Or rather, run away in a hurry.

Although he had not obtained more information before, the peculiar method of death allowed him to be sure that he must have died from man-made disasters, not his own reasons.

That being the case, when will you not run?

As for the foreshadowed, this evening, he will come into contact with the mysterious realm of the world, and Merron didn't take it seriously.

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

It's just that the lady is Mellen's main suspect, and it's too late for him to hide, but he doesn't want to get close to her, so as not to get even deeper—

Anyway, with Goldfinger, Mellon is not afraid to miss this opportunity.

There is no big deal in front of life and death, he is still young, as long as he survives the calamity, everything can be said.

By the way, I can also test to see if Goldfinger will react if I change my destiny.

"But if it's inevitable to die after running to another city, then it won't be the cause of what happened last night."

After pondering, Melon had come to the last of the long queue in front of the ticket booth window, and then patiently waited.

…

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

It is an important transportation hub in the southeastern part of the kingdom, connecting with overseas trade externally and serving as a transit station internally.

Therefore, transportation is much more developed than other cities.

Not only is there a 24-hour non-stop train station, but there are also two airship floating ports—

That thing is like a large hot air balloon, the sailing speed is not fast, but it is comfortable to ride, and you can enjoy the vast scenery of the earth while traveling.

If there is no urgent matter, taking an airship is the first choice for the rich.

It's just that Meren didn't forget how the airship was eliminated in the history of the earth in the previous life, so he never sat on that thing.

In these years, however, taking the train is actually not a good thing.

If nothing else, the smell of urine in the open square in front of the ticket booth is enough for people to endure.

When moving forward gradually at the end of the line, you can still smell the smell of inferior perfume around you, as well as the body odor coming from all directions.

I don't know who spit out sticky phlegm on the paved floor in front of me. Melon's feet in high-top leather shoes accidentally stepped on it, and it was slippery and greasy, which made his face darken immediately.

The mood has become very bad, and the surrounding noise is still very noisy and buzzing.

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

When passing by after buying the tickets, Mellon listened to a few words on the way and found that the other party was promoting some kind of strange remarks.

What the Son of Destiny is about to come, and the gospel will hang over everyone's heads.

"What bullshit?"

Merron, who was not in a good mood, let out a secret spit, and was too lazy to listen to it any longer. Holding the train ticket he finally bought, he came 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 with two suitcases beside him is still nagging that he should go in line. You see that your coat is covered with dust, and it is not at all decent.

"I was wrong."

Mellen sincerely apologized, "I shouldn't be brave."

So the servants became terrified.

This wicked old society.

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

"Good afternoon, Mr. Gilbert."

The voice sounded familiar, and Meren turned to look in confusion.

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

"Butler Fox?"

Mellon was taken aback.

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

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

Seeing Merron recognize him, the silver-haired butler respectfully took out an invitation letter from his arms and handed it to Merron. The white gloves against the silver-trimmed letter looked very formal.

"I hope you will be on time for your appointment."

"This…"

When Merron heard this, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"I'm honored to be invited by Mrs Chelsea again, but my Uncle James is suddenly ill and I have to hurry up and help take care of him..."

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

The housekeeper smiled and said, "Died from late syphilis."

The corner of Merron's mouth twitched when he heard the words, and then sighed: "Well, in fact, I accidentally broke my father's favorite ancient statue of the sun god, so I had to run to my aunt's house to take refuge before he came back. …”

"Five hundred years ago, Pope Chapman VII organized the Crusaders to smash the last stronghold of the Cult of the Sun on the Isle of Ree, and smashed a statue that had been worshipped by the sect for generations. People are reunited."

The housekeeper 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 for me to accept."

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

"If you insist..."

The butler thought for a while, then turned around and summoned a servant who was waiting quietly behind him, and whispered something.

So it didn't take long for the rapid whistles and loud bells to ring suddenly on the clock tower not far from the ticket booth.

A group of police officers in blue uniforms rushed in and started to disperse the surrounding crowd involuntarily.

The cordon was pulled up, the outside windows of the ticket booth were closed, and a whining steam train that was about to move was stopped.

Passengers were either at a loss or swearing and were driven out of the car, and then rudely rushed outside the cordon by the police.

In a blink of an eye, the bustling station plaza has become very empty.

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

"The first and second floating airports in Graham City will also be closed in the next half hour."

"It's a bit more troublesome to shut down the quayside, it will take an hour or so, but if it's just restricting ships from taking in travelling passengers, it won't take more than 10 minutes."

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

God **** if necessary.

Mellon didn't know what to say.

I just don't want to see your wife, what about you?

Moreover, Graham is an important trade transfer station in the kingdom. The daily cargo throughput is very amazing. It can be said that it is related to the economic lifeline of the eastern part of the kingdom...

Are you saying it's closed?

That Mrs. Chelsea, has such great energy?

Mellen was simply caught off guard.

He had a deep impression on the young lady, Mrs. Chelsea, but most of it stemmed from her beauty and temperament.

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

Probably only knew that the other party was a powerful person in the city. He held banquets every three or five minutes, and invited guests from the mayor to the police detective, who seemed to like socializing.

Last night, because the special skill was drawn from the opponent, in addition to this impression, the label of a witch was added.

But Mellon actually has no concept of what level Mrs. Chelsea is at.

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

After all, if he is really a very powerful guy, how could he possibly come into contact with him?

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

However, what I have seen now can prove that his judgment is completely wrong.

Although the housekeeper only shows the power of the lady in the secular world, who can be sure that the secular and wizard classes are completely separated?

Mellen didn't believe that in this kingdom, only Mrs. Chelsea was a wizard who could let her do whatever she wanted without any scruples.

And since there is more than one wizard in the secular kingdom, she, or one of her housekeepers, can still do this, acting recklessly for the sake of trivial matters, which can only prove one thing...

"Please tell ma'am,"

After taking a deep breath, Merron stood up solemnly and took the invitation from the other party with both hands, "I will be on time for the appointment."

"I hope you can understand that we did not threaten you by doing this just now,"

The housekeeper 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," Merron responded sternly, "I fully understand your good intentions, butler."

"Then, I look forward to your arrival."

The butler bowed and saluted him, then turned away with a cane.

Along with them were the police officers in charge of interception and vigilance.

So it didn't take long for the empty station to quietly resume operation.

The chimney of the train started again with thick smoke, the conductors returned to the booth, and the noisy crowd gathered again.

One by one, they were chattering about what had just happened.

Some guessed that they were arresting important prisoners, some guessed that they were searching for some kind of dangerous item, and even guessed that Her Majesty the Queen was visiting Graham and was secretly hiding on the side to observe the public sentiment.

"The police, the rich, the nobles, the kings! They are like a group of maggots, greedily swallowing the bodies of the righteous that have been rotten by lies, and cheering every time they chew!"

The gray-robed old man who preached was reluctant to leave the square before, so the encounter he faced was very rough. Now that he regained his freedom, the words he shouted at the top of his voice were full of anger.

"But the future of the maggots will never end well! Look at the righteous people who have been persecuted by lies, the Son of Destiny has come! He will surely punish those who are insatiable..."

The sound of hysterical roaring from behind became weaker, and Mellon had hurriedly left the ticket plaza with the servants.

After returning home in the stagecoach, after some thought, he took with him the book that foretold the cause of his death.

Mellon has already thought about it, since he can't avoid the problem, he should face the problem head on!

Since Mrs. Chelsea insisted on inviting him, she would slap the book directly in front of him after he passed by.

See what she has to say!