You call this the mastermind?

"This, this is my money bag, how come it appears in your hands!?"

In the bright banquet hall, the blond boy's voice was full of astonishment.

This is actually his magic pocket that contains many valuables. It was supposed to be hung around his waist!

"I'd love to say I don't know what's going on,"

Mellen said with a sincere expression: "But in fact, I stole it."

After that, he threw his pocket back to the other party, then stood up from his seat and shouted to the talking crowd around him: "As you can see, this is an impromptu performance."

"The purpose of the performance was very simple. Before I came to attend the banquet, my wallet was accidentally stolen, which made me very annoyed."

"So I thought, if there is a chance, I must let as many people as possible know how thieves steal, so as not to encounter the same unlucky thing as me!"

"There is no opportunity, but I think I can take the initiative to create it. And just now, I happened to meet a good person who is involved in stealing skills. He is Garcia Parker, who comes from a family of magic!"

As Melen spoke, he pulled the brown-haired young man behind him who handed him his pocket. The young man's face turned red and he was very nervous, but he was obviously very happy to be noticed by everyone.

"He told me that the techniques thieves use to steal are actually not complicated, they just take advantage of people's concentration."

“Yes, focus!”

"Concentration is a very important ability in our daily lives, but in this case, the stronger the concentration, the easier it is to be stolen!"

"For example, just now, when I was performing magic, everyone's attention was all on the cards in my hand, and they didn't notice what the people next to me were doing."

"So before I knew it, this gentleman's wallet was in my partner's hand."

Having said this, Meren smiled at the unknown young man next to him, and the other man's face suddenly became very embarrassed.

But Mellen ignored him.

"This is exactly what thieves do."

He continued: "Take the initiative to make some noise, and then take advantage of everyone's negligence to steal. But if we remain cautious, they will naturally..."

What is the specific way to die due to arrogance?

Mellen couldn't be sure.

But 80% of them cannot escape the scope of negligence.

So Mellen wanted to use this incident to influence Mrs. Chelsea's ideas.

At least at this time tomorrow, it's impossible for her to forget this exciting incident, right?

As long as she doesn't forget, she will be more cautious when encountering problems.

Of course, if she didn't care about it, Meren wouldn't do anything else.

There is no risk in using this kind of thing to guide the other party's judgment, but if you interfere deeply, tell the other party that there will be danger tomorrow, or overestimate your ability to stop the incident tomorrow, you are obviously causing trouble for yourself.

After all, Mellen has no idea what will happen tomorrow, and he doesn't want to get himself into trouble.

"Although it's a pity, the worst thing is to find another first love partner..."

His inner thoughts were unknown. On the surface, Mellen had finished his speech, and then, under a burst of good-natured applause, he pulled the young tool man away from the focus.

He left quickly and seemed to be really just doing a "charity" performance, which made Mrs. Chelsea feel a little strange.

Based on the intuition of a powerful wizard, she felt that Melen's purpose was not just that, but if she thought about it carefully, she was just performing a magic trick, how could she hide any other intentions?

Opposite her, the blond boy who was regarded as the second tool was a little aggrieved at the moment.

"He rudely steals other people's pockets without their consent, and uses this so-called performance as an excuse to make people speechless. He is really an uneducated person!"

"If this place wasn't very convenient for using magic, how could I have been approached by such an ordinary person?"

"It's indeed rude, but it's normal for people like them to be short-sighted."

Looking back at Mellen's back, Mrs. Chelsea smiled slightly, and then changed the subject: "It's not long before the new students enroll. This time Alyssa will go to St. Grant's Fort with you to practice magic. Then you can Keep an eye on her."

The blond boy was stunned when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed. The irritation in his heart due to being played by two ants was instantly swept away. "no problem!"

"This is my duty!"

…

"Where did you learn your magic skills?"

"Why is it so similar to my family's methods?"

"Also, how on earth did you know that I liked Miss Kate before?"

"This doesn't make sense..."

On the other side, Meren, who was far away from the crowd, ignored Tool Man No. 1's series of surprised questions, casually carried a book to the bathroom, and then squatted on the toilet.

He has discovered that his attribute panel can be seen on any book or paper - as long as he wants.

So there is no need to carry a separate book.

At the same time, Mellen took a sneak peek just now and found that his previous performance was not in vain, which made him happy.

However, considering that using destiny would cause physical changes, he did not use it on the spot this time.

Now that it was a private occasion, Mellen opened the book without hesitation.

As he saw, the number corresponding to the fate on the "panel" had turned to 1 again, so Mellen's finger pointed at it without hesitation.

A large amount of memories emerged from the depths of his mind, and along with it, there was a strange wave, which made his brain seem to boil all of a sudden, full of swelling.

Mellen, who was squatting on the toilet, had black eyes, and his footsteps were wrong, and he almost fell flat on his face.

Therefore, he did not see that a line of words that was enough to refresh his worldview was quietly emerging on the page of the book--

[You have obtained the Snake School's Psychic Deduction Method (Master Level)]

...

The swelling pain in the brain came one after another, as if it was echoing the beating of the heart in the chest, and there were stars in front of his eyes, and the buzzing sound of tinnitus continued.

It seemed that a century had passed before Mellen came to his senses, but before he could see clearly around him, a unique smell of blood rushed straight into his brain from his nostrils.

He touched his nose with his hand, and found a sticky blood stain on his hand. He was shocked and picked up the book that he had thrown on the ground at some point and opened it to read.

The new skill that came into his eyes made him stunned, and his mood was very complicated.

When he awakened the golden finger before, Melen felt that this world might not be simple, but because he was not possessed by a body, but lived here since he was a child, he was already very familiar with the surrounding environment, and there was no "freshness" at all.

He didn't think there was anything special about this place. It was probably just an ordinary fictional world, where industrialization was just getting on the right track, information flow was blocked, and most parts of the world were still in the barbaric feudal era.

But now the facts have proved that things are not so simple.

This world has supernatural power!

Melen was a little caught off guard. If he had to describe it, it was probably like seeing a husky flying in the sky in a modern city. It would be difficult for normal people not to be shocked by it.

Then there was a fear.

"If I had known that she was a witch, how could I have dared to show off."

Merlen couldn't help but touch the back of his head, as if he thought of the scene when he was showing off and was slapped by someone.

"Fortunately, she seems to have a good temper..."

Thinking like this, he didn't think about the use of the newly acquired skills in the place, and he didn't dare to stay in the manor any longer.

After returning to the banquet and putting the books back in their original places, without saying hello to anyone, Merlen left here in a hurry.