You call this the mastermind?

Because the eldest son of destiny has come, He will hold high the light of truth that drives away lies, take away the diseases and death that deceive all beings, and restore the world to its original appearance——

《The Future of the Original Scripture: The Third Prophecy of the Disciples》

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In the suburbs of the port city of Graham in the Blackthorn United Kingdom, an elegant manor surrounded by neat green lawns is very lively at this moment.

Waves of violin sounds floated, and a large number of waiters shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the reception hall.

Under the exquisite circular chandelier, some gentlemen in tuxedos and white shirts invited ladies wearing wide-brimmed gauze hats to dance on the dance floor from time to time.

More guests gathered in groups of three or two around the dance floor, talking about topics of interest to them.

Their voices were generally very light, but when there were more people talking, it was inevitable that a buzzing sound would be formed.

Accompanied by the continuous music around them, Mrs. Chelsea frowned.

She didn't like the atmosphere here. Even though she was the one who hosted the party, she still didn't like it.

"Don't have any illusions about so-called social occasions. Rather than expecting to make friends with you, those people want to try every means to drag you into the bushes in the back garden and do whatever they want."

Not long ago, she used this sentence to reject her daughter's request to attend the party.

It was obvious that her daughter was very dissatisfied with this. The girl, who was in her adolescence, had begun to be interested in the little things in the bushes in the back garden-this was also the main reason why Mrs. Chelsea was on guard against her.

A young girl entangled in the restlessness of growth is very easy to be tempted, especially when there is a "big killer" in the banquet hall.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Chelsea glanced at a figure in the distance unconsciously.

The man was sitting at a table in the corner of the hall reading a book. The dim light made his facial features a little hazy, but the haziness revealed a touch of mysterious beauty.

Silently, but attracted the attention of the ladies around him.

However, if you look closely, you can find a hint of immaturity in the other person's elegant and three-dimensional face - short black hair and blue eyes, obviously only fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as her daughter.

It is not normal for this age group to attend such a social dinner, but since he was invited, there must be a reason.

Mellen Gilbert.

His father is a wealthy local real estate businessman, and his mother is a famous domestic writer and thinker. She once participated in organizing the sensational women's voting rights movement and has a great influence on women's groups across the country.

In addition, he has an older brother who opened a newspaper in the city and is said to be very capable.

Of course, if it were just this, it would not be a big killer to say that this boy is a big killer. Mrs. Chelsea has seen many young people with good family background and outstanding appearance.

In fact, this Mellen has a little-known identity under the surface, that is, a famous domestic fairy tale writer.

According to the information Mrs. Chelsea investigated, this Mellen started his writing career at the age of seven. Up to now, he has published 17 books, each of which has an extraordinary influence on children at home and abroad.

And her daughter happened to be a fan of this book, and she was a very enthusiastic one. It can be said that she grew up reading this book.

It would be fine if she was just a fan, but the problem was that her daughter had heard from somewhere that her idol lived in the same city as her, and even revealed that she wanted to visit him.

Fortunately, Mellen's identity as a writer was not exposed, so Mrs. Chelsea invited him to see the situation before her daughter took action.

This look scared her.

Originally, she thought that the writer who could write such a childlike meaning must be an experienced old gentleman, but unexpectedly, he was one year younger than her daughter!

This had to be guarded against-

For a normal aristocratic family, it was not unacceptable to let such a young talent come into contact with their daughter.

After all, this era is no longer the early years of the theory of bloodline. The rise of the bourgeoisie has shattered the rule of the old aristocracy, and the pride of the knights and lords in the past has long been washed into the garbage can of history by the torrent of industrialization.

But Mrs. Chelsea's family is not a normal aristocratic family.

It is a pure-blood wizard family.

What they rely on for survival is not worldly assets and glorious family history, but magic in their hands and supernatural knowledge in their heads.

It can be said that what Mrs. Chelsea can see and what ordinary people can touch are completely two different worlds.

A lion may condescend to make friends with an ant. After all, if there is an ant that can catch the lion's eye, it must not be a simple ant.

But a lion and an ant?

This kind of thing is simply unimaginable.

This is Mrs. Chelsea's concept.

And her daughter, because of her age, has not yet completely formed this concept.

So we have to guard against it.

However, it doesn't take long to guard against it...

Concentrating her eyes, Mrs. Chelsea then looked at a gorgeous load-bearing column not far from the hall.

There, the butler was leading a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old to wait quietly.

That was the fiancé she found for her daughter.

He also came from a pure-blood wizard family, and they were well matched.

...

Mellen's head hurt a little at the moment.

This was not because of the noise that surged like a heat wave around him, but because he had completely awakened his past life memories when he was reading a book just now.

Yes, it was awakening.

Looking back at the past, he was sure that he had traveled from Earth to this place similar to 19th century Europe since his mother's womb.

At the beginning of the travel, his brain was obviously unable to accommodate the vast amount of memories in the information age of his previous life, so most of the memories were dormant in the depths of his body at the beginning, and slowly merged with age.

This gave him many wild and unrestrained ideas since he was a child, and those ideas were combined with "indigenous thinking" and "vented" out through writing.

So Melen became famous early and became a genius writer.

In the past, he actually didn't figure out where those endless inspirations came from.

Until just now, the remaining part of the memory finally emerged, which made him completely wake up and realize that he was a traveler.

"And a traveler with a golden finger."

The boy in the corner thought secretly, and his eyes were full of scrutiny when he looked at the book in his hand.

The title of this book is "The Heir of the Mysterious Heritage". It describes a country similar to the United States that obtained powerful weapons left over from the civilization of the last era and became independent from the mother country a hundred years ago.

According to Melen, the historians are still not sure that there have been other civilizations in this world.

So it is obvious that this is a recreational reading to kill time when bored.

However, at this moment, the black text in the preface is slowly moving and twisting towards another shape -

[Destiny: 0]

[Personality: 0]

[Learned skills: Writing (proficient), Violin (proficient), Piano (entry)]    …

This seems to be an "attribute panel".

But what is destiny?

What about personality?

Why didn't the things I learned in my previous life show up?

In this life, I am still a theological genius. The teachers in school often praise me, but I don't have it?

Melen feels very confused about this "panel".

However, before he could ponder the rules, a unique attraction emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Following this feeling, he saw a brown-haired young man who was also staying in the corner not far away, leaning against the wall of the hall with a sad expression.

Melen knew the other party, an introverted young man from a magician family, named Garcia Parker.

However, due to age, he had not had in-depth contact with the other party. He only remembered that the other party was a taciturn and shy person, and was not suitable for the job of a magician.

When he looked over at this moment, he did not find anything special about the other party.

But on the book in Melen's hand, or under the panel, a new line of text appeared-

[Three days later, Garcia Parker will go to the New World with his parents. He will never have the opportunity to meet the noble lady Winnie Kate, whom he has been secretly in love with for a long time, which will make him regret for the rest of his life. 】

…

The New World is the continent where the "America" ​​described in the book in his hand is located. Because of the long distance, people who go there rarely have the opportunity to come back.

As for Winnie Kate.

This name made Mellen turn his attention to the other side of the banquet, where a fat figure was talking to a group of young people.

"This guy's aesthetics are really extraordinary."

After thinking for a while, Mellen put down the book in his hand, walked to the brown-haired young man and whispered to him, then ignored the other party's doubtful look and walked towards the fat lady's group.

"Sorry, interrupt me,"

In the southeast corner of the lively banquet hall, Mellen, pretending to pass by, suddenly stopped in front of the group, "Are you discussing photography?"

"Uh, yes."

Someone responded, a little surprised by the appearance of the big boy in front of him, "What's the matter?"

"I recently heard about a way to make a developer with coffee and salt, but I never verified it."

Mellen lied without changing his face: "Maybe you have heard of this method too?"

"Coffee and salt?"

Several people were very surprised by this statement.

"How is this possible?"

"Where did you hear that?"

"I only know that coffee and salt are used for eating..."

Photography is not popular in the current era. Cameras are as heavy as wooden boxes, and it takes very complicated steps to get a photo.

Mellen doesn't really understand this, but it doesn't stop him from just coming to chat up a few keywords in his mind.

Chatting up is very scary for people with social phobia, but it's not difficult for people like Mellen.

As long as there is a proper excuse to insert into the conversation and then guide the topic without leaving any trace, he can naturally become friends with others.

For example, at the moment, with just a few words, Mellen has successfully integrated into the topic of this group of people.

And within five minutes, the topic shifted from photography to magic-this is exactly the field that the brown-haired young man Garcia Parker is good at. This guy has always been following Mellen's ass.

Therefore, when Mellen lied to go to the bathroom and stepped out of the circle, Garcia Parker was already stuttering to explain those bluffing tricks to the fat lady he had been secretly in love with for a long time.

Several new lines of text then appeared on the book in Mellen's hand.

[You changed Garcia Parker's fate]

[You have obtained fate x1]

[You can use the fate in the usual way to randomly extract a skill from the other party]

…

[You can also explore the fate and try to use it in other fields]

…

"Random extraction?"

The number corresponding to the fate was gray. Mellen reached out to touch it, and the gray instantly jumped out of the page, entangled and merged into Mellen's fingers.

A strange feeling of bone twisting was born from his hands, accompanied by a memory emerging from the depths of his mind.

[You have obtained card magic (mastery)]

…

"It's so convenient?"

The knowledge in his mind seemed to have been learned for many years, and he remembered it very deeply. After moving his ten fingers, he found that his hands were obviously more flexible, as if he had been trained for a long time.

Mellen couldn't help but look at another attractive figure in the banquet hall.

It was a noble lady wearing a black waisted evening dress. She looked less than 30 years old, with fair skin, gorgeous golden long hair piled high, and a delicate lace gauze hat popular in this era on her head.

At this moment, she was sitting on the sofa not far away, talking softly with a blond boy opposite. She was elegant and calm. One hand was placed on the table dignifiedly, and the other hand was holding a high-footed wine glass. The elbow-length white velvet gloves were particularly dazzling under the bright light.

She was the organizer of this banquet, Mrs. Isabella Chelsea.

Although Mellen was not socially anxious, he was not actually interested in this kind of social banquet. He was invited because of Mrs. Chelsea.

Mrs. Chelsea was very beautiful. Her figure sitting on the sofa was as slender as a water snake, but her expression and demeanor when speaking were full of a calm and confident temperament of a strong woman.

It was very consistent with Mellen's XP.

Mellen felt that if he had to choose a first love girlfriend in this world, no one would be more suitable than this lady.

However, when he looked at the other party, the words that appeared on the page in his hand made him feel very surprised.

[Isabella Chelsea, who was born in an ancient mysterious family, did not encounter many setbacks during her growth, so she has a great sense of arrogance, which is obviously not a good quality. ]

…

[Isabella Chelsea will be assassinated tomorrow at noon because of her arrogance. ]