You call this the mastermind?

Where there are wizards, there are classes.

Putting aside family background, if an ordinary person offends a wizard apprentice, the situation will be like an adult man facing a powerful beast with fangs exposed.

He can be killed easily.

But if this wizard apprentice is humiliated by a formal wizard, he basically dares not say a word.

Because there is a clear gap in strength between the two sides.

Correspondingly, there is also a clear class distinction between wizard families.

When people from small families meet members of big families, they will inevitably feel fearful and even inferior.

But when the wizards from small families face those half-blood wizards who have no family or are hated by their families, they are full of superiority.

However, although he was born in a small wizard family with low comprehensive strength, Martin Boswell's status in the young wizard circle in Graham City is not low.

No one dares to underestimate him when he goes to the wizard circles in other cities.

The reason is very simple. He and his family have masters.

Their master is the Chelsea family, which controls Graham behind the scenes.

Or rather, the successive heads of the family.

Martin remembered that when he was young, his master was an old man named Richie Chelsea, who was kind and friendly to others and was loved by his subordinates.

It is said that he even held Martin in his arms when he was a child.

Although he had no impression of this, it did not prevent Martin from being full of good feelings for the old man.

But now, his master is the current head of the family, Mrs. Isabella Chelsea.

Martin is very afraid of her.

Although he rarely sees that lady.

But he has never forgotten that a good friend in childhood was killed because his entire family betrayed the lady who had just been promoted to the head of the family.

The killing was not bloody, and it can even be said that not a drop of blood was seen.

However, every time he thought of it, he would feel chilled.

Because those people died in the mouths of countless black pythons.

One bite after another, seemingly clean and neat, but in fact extremely cruel-

Because they were cast with a special spell, they could stay awake in the snake's belly without breathing or eating.

This is not the end.

After being swallowed by the python, everything they had was turned into nutrients for breeding snake eggs, and continued to serve the Chelsea family.

That batch of snake eggs seemed to have more than a thousand...

This incident can be said to be a shadow of his years.

Although this happened for a reason, Martin still couldn't help but feel a sense of grief.

But on the other hand, Martin was proud of having a master like Mrs. Chelsea.

Because she was cruel to her enemies, but very generous to her own people.

And since she was promoted to the head of the family, the status of the Chelsea family, which lived in a remote corner, in the overall wizard circle has risen several levels.

This made them, the servants, feel proud and benefited a lot.

Therefore, when Mrs. Chelsea gave Martin a task through her grandfather who worked as a housekeeper, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep!

What does this prove?

Prove that he has a certain impression on the lady!

And if this mission is completed well, this impression will be transformed into a corresponding status!

"Unfortunately, the mission requires approaching a group of half-blood wizards..."

The only thing Martin is not satisfied with is this point. It feels like a city dweller is about to run to the countryside to hang out with a group of old farmers.

But there is no way. It is good to have a mission to do, but he has no room to be picky.

And just for this, other wizards of the same age who serve the Chelsea family are still envious.

Among those peers, there are many who are better than Martin.

I can only say that your personal ability is good, but it is better to have someone around the master.

However, although he does not look down on the group where the target of this mission is, when Martin really contacts the members of the other party, he behaves very politely.

"Excuse me, what should I pay attention to?"

"First of all, you should regard yourself as a half-blood. Our organization does not allow pure-blood wizards to mix in."

The one who answered was a guy wearing a cloak, with tough features, dressed like an ancient medieval monk.

He was a stout man, probably in his thirties, with a shiny bald head that seemed to be reflecting light under the candlelight.

"Secondly, you need to forge the spellcasting traces inside your wand. Many of the spells are unique to pure-blood wizards."

"This... I didn't notice this before I came..."

"200 grams of ghost dust, I can help you clean up those special traces."

"Isn't this too expensive? With so much money, I can buy another basic wand!"

"If you think a blank wand can fool you, then I have no objection to it."

"...Okay, I agree to this deal. Go on."

"Your secret book needs to be forged. The examiner will pay attention to the contact list in your book, which is very easy to expose your identity as a pure-blood wizard."

"Uh... this, I didn't prepare in advance..."

"500 grams of ghost dust, I can give you a forged ten-page version. If you want more pages, you can pay more."

"Why don't you go and rob it? The ten-page version only sells for 400 grams in the store!"

"Can't afford it?"

"How is this possible!? It's just that yours is too expensive..."

"Then just buy a blank copy, and then figure out how to forge the address list, so that it will be easier for others to believe your identity."

"...Forget it, five hundred is five hundred. Is there anything else I should pay attention to?"

The two of them were now in a small, dimly lit room.

Baldhead is an insider found for him by Martin's grandfather, who will help Martin initially integrate into an organization called the "Mixed-Blood Wizards Rights Protection Association."

Only by integrating into this organization can Martin get close to the illegitimate son of former guard captain Brady.

Only by getting close to the illegitimate son could he obtain clues related to the assassination of Mrs. Chelsea——

Or prove that the illegitimate child was not involved at all.

Martin actually felt very strange about this, because if he wanted to investigate the illegitimate child, wouldn't it be enough to send someone to arrest him and then interrogate him?

As for putting so much effort into getting him close?

But the strange thing is that he is not qualified to give advice to Mrs. Chelsea. He muttered a few words in front of his grandfather, and even got a scolding.

And if not, how could I get this opportunity?

"Because there have been several rape incidents in the past, the organization's current review process for recruiting new members is very strict. Your family, growth experience, skills, knowledge, interpersonal relationships, etc. will be reviewed in turn."

After all the previously agreed upon transactions were completed, the bald man said in a solemn tone: "Since you can stand here, it proves that these have been taken care of. But I still need to remind you that you must be careful when facing the assessment."

"I understand."

Martin nodded with a serious expression.

So the two of them stepped out of the dark little house.

Outside the small house is a dirty street, and across the street is a row of old apartments.

Behind the apartment, the whine of the train whistle was endless, accompanied by a large amount of black smoke slowly rising from that direction. Obviously, this place is close to Graham's logistics area, and the living environment is poor, no different from a slum.

The destination that Baldhead and Martin were heading for was in a certain apartment in this area.

This is of course not to say that this group of mixed-race wizards are worse off than ordinary rich people, but for the sake of concealment——

Although Graham's controller, Mrs. Chelsea, would not make things difficult for them, there were always those pure-blood wizards with extreme ideas who wanted to come and cause trouble.

As long as no one is killed, Madam will basically not care.

Before coming, Martin had already understood this. He also knew that there had been purebloods who had killed someone, but the murderer had been thrown into a snake den by his wife and met a miserable end.

For this reason, the Chelsea family has offended several pure-blood families. However, due to Madam's tough tactics, those families did not dare to come and cause trouble.

…

Martin knew something more than that.

Among them is how to disguise yourself so that you can be more like a wild wizard who hopes to find an organization to cuddle up with for warmth.

Therefore, even though he was at a loss for words several times in the subsequent assessment, the gray-haired old assessor never showed a smile.

But in the end, he successfully passed the examination and became a member of the Mixed-blood Association.

"Since it was introduced by Russell, let him explain the next arrangements to you."

After saying this, the examiner waved his hand, indicating that they could leave.

Martin breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked out of the assessment place, which looked like a clothing store, together with the bald man named Russell.

"Next, I will take you to apply for an apartment dormitory. You can usually live in the dormitory, or you can go out and stay in a hotel by yourself, but this will be very inconvenient, so I suggest you live in the dormitory."

"Is this a single room?"

"certainly."

"Then I'll live in the dormitory."

"In this case, you need to participate in the daily cleaning schedule. Specifically-"

As he was talking, the door of the clothing store behind him was suddenly pushed open, and a figure in gray robe quickly passed by.

Martin was shocked to find that the figure was the old assessor who had assessed him before. At this moment, he actually broke out at a speed that was not suitable for his age and ran towards the end of the street!

There was obviously a hint of urgency on his face.

What's wrong with him?

The two looked at each other, couldn't help their curiosity, and ran over.

Then, they saw a robbing scene that left Martin speechless.

"Graham East is our association's territory. Your Meteorological Association has crossed the line this time!"

The old examiner, who had a cold face before, was now holding the collar of a middle-aged man with his beard and eyes wide open.

The tone tended to growl, and Tumo Xingzi sprayed the other person in the face.

"If you don't want me to argue with your president, get out of here!"

"To be precise, Graham is Mrs. Chelsea's territory. How dare you say it is yours?"

The middle-aged man asked angrily, "You have a bad temper. Why didn't you say that in front of my wife?"

"This division is the acquiescence of Madam!"

"Oh? Where is the specific document?"

"I've already said it's acquiescence! Do you understand human language!?"

"..."

"..."

…

"Didn't you say that your organization is very strict about recruiting people?"

After watching the excitement for a long time, Martin finally understood what was going on. He turned his eyes to the bald man next to him with a very dissatisfied expression.

Why, I, a pure-blooded person, condescended to come here to join your mixed-blood group, spent a lot of money, and was treated like a grandson and asked questions for a long time.

As a result, someone just happened to meet a wild little wizard with wizard blood when passing by, and they just let him join without caring about anything?

Not only did they join, but those two guys actually grabbed it? ?

Who are you trying to kill? !

"This is normal."

After taking a few glances at the black-haired boy not far away who was stunned because he was robbed, the bald man explained: "Before coming, you should have understood the original intention and purpose of our organization, right?"

"Cultivation of as many mixed-race wizards as possible, entering wizard schools in various places, making wide connections, and ultimately improving the status of all mixed-race wizards in the wizarding class."

Martin said in a weird voice: "So, do you think that guy has better foundation than me, or has better ability than me, or has better connections than me?"

"Neither."

The bald head said: "But his appearance is better than yours, not a little better, but much better. I can even say that you may not be able to find one like this among ten thousand wizards."

"...Maybe my ears are wrong?"

"You heard me right, that's what I meant."

Baldhead bluntly pointed out, "The goal of our organization is to cultivate talents to fight for status for the mixed-race class."

"In other words, we are to train more of our own people to go to the old guys who control the entire wizarding world, or the little guys who will control the wizarding world in the future, and ask them to be our backers, so that we can make some important decisions. Speak for us unpopular half-breeds."

"What kind of person do you think is more suitable for this goal?"

"Shouldn't it be ability?"

"Wrong! Not to mention that the growth resources that mixed-bloods can obtain are completely incomparable to those of pure-bloods. Those big shots and future big shots also have no shortage of capable subordinates."

"Pure bloods from small families are eager to work for them - I think you should know this better than me."

"..."

"So you understand what we are looking for? Yes, it's the appearance."

"It's not fair, but that's the reality. No matter how good you are at some things, you can't compare to that kind of person over there. You'll gain more by pretending to be pitiful and begging for help in front of some big shot."

"..."

Martin opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but in the end he said nothing.

Then he shut down.

What made him even more depressed was that when the competition became fierce and the two asked the client which association he wanted to join, the client was actually unwilling to join the mixed-race association that Martin had finally managed to get into!

However, I don’t know what the old assessor secretly promised, and the person involved hesitantly agreed to join.

This farce barely ended.

Martin, who was in a very unhappy mood, was later assigned an old bedroom that seemed to be a bit moldy as his dormitory.

Then when he saw who his neighbor was who lived in the clean and decorated room across the door, he felt even worse.

"Hello."

A boy with black hair of the same age said hello to him when he went out, his smile full of sunshine.

"I am--"

"Go away!"

Martin responded angrily: "I don't want to know you!"