You call this the mastermind?

Compared to the lively banquet hall, it was very quiet outside with bright moon and few stars.

Outside the metal fence at the end of the lawn of the manor, rows of carriages were parked under the kerosene street lamps at the gate.

The corresponding drivers were gathering in groups of three or two, smoking or chatting, and the diffuse second-hand smoke made the surrounding mosquitoes run around.

One of them saw Mellen coming out, and he emptied his pipe in his hand, then stood up and hurried over.

"Master Mellen, are you going back?"

"Yes, I don't want to stay here for a moment."

While speaking, Mellen boarded his private carriage with a slightly frivolous step.

After a shout, the carriage immediately drove towards the other side of the city under the driver outside the carriage.

Watching the brightly lit manor behind him gradually moving away through the glass window, Mellen in the carriage turned around, seemingly closing his eyes to rest, but actually feeling the changes in himself.

Through memory, he knew that the so-called snake-school psychic interpretation method was a psychic secret that ordinary people could use, and its main function was communication.

But compared with ordinary psychic rituals, the communication range of this secret technique was much larger, and it was not limited to living beings or dead souls.

Unfortunately, because it required a large amount of ritual materials to use it, Melen could not experiment with the specific effects of this precious knowledge at this time.

However, after the master-level ability was given, Melen's body had some special changes, which were very intuitive at the moment-

He always felt as if he had grown a third hand, and the place where this hand was connected to the body was his brain.

This feeling was very wonderful, but also very uncomfortable.

Because when Melen wanted to control this third hand, he couldn't use any strength at all, as if his arm was numb and couldn't listen to it.

The corresponding memory in his mind did not mention what this thing was. Obviously, the existence of this third hand was beyond the knowledge of psychic.

However, when the carriage arrived in front of the gate of a classical villa, Melen had figured it out a little, but the specific effect still needed to be experimented.

...

After parking the carriage at a fixed position, the driver began to take care of the horse. A middle-aged maid had been waiting quietly by the side. When she saw Mellen get off the carriage, she hurriedly carried a cold-proof cloak to greet him.

At the same time, other maids in the villa also began to get busy.

Prepare bath water, make bedding, check the bedroom for mosquitoes, prepare supper...

Mellen, who has long made money by writing books, does not live in poverty in this world. His parents in this life are not at the bottom of society. Their daily life cannot be said to be luxurious, but it can be called exquisite.

In the past, Mellen did not feel anything about this situation. Now that he has completely awakened to the thoughts of modern people, he feels a little awkward, but he does not resist.

"The lady sent back a letter, Master Mellen, and a letter from one of your pen pals."

A servant whispered after he entered the living room. So Mellen, who was about to enter the bedroom, turned and came to the study.

His study is very exquisite, decorated with mahogany, and rows of glass window bookshelves embedded in the wall are full of books.

Because it was spring, the fireplace on the left was closed, and the whole room was filled with the smell of camphor.

Under the quiet gaze of the noblewoman's oil painting hanging on the wall behind him, Melen sat on the only chair in the study, and then looked at the two letters on the surface of the desk in front of him.

The first letter was sent by the mother of this life.

As a progressive lady with advanced ideas, she is not the kind of person who stays at home to take care of her husband and children. She is currently running around abroad for women's rights.

Considering that it is not convenient for women to go out alone in the current era, the father of this life is naturally accompanying her.

In short, for the sake of ideals and love, it is considered a lot for these two to stay at home for one month a year.

There is nothing special in the content of this letter at the moment, just some trivial daily life, but at the end it is mentioned that he will bring him a surprise when he comes back next time.

But what exactly is the surprise, the letter does not mention.

Old riddle man.

Pouting without any expectation, Melen looked at the second letter.

"Juliana..."

Merlen frowned as he muttered the name of the sender

After opening the letter and reading the contents, he was even more disgusted.

Because he lacked entertainment, he used to like to make pen pals through the paper address book issued by the city post office when he had nothing to do.

This letter was sent by one of his pen pals.

However, for some reason, Mellen was not interested in Julianna, the pen pal he met a year ago. If he was not in a good mood, he would not even bother to pay attention to her.

But now, he can do an experiment while replying to the letter.

Feeling the existence of the "third hand" in his mind, Mellen's mind moved, and a feather pen inserted in the ink bottle in the corner of the desk instantly floated out of it.

Shaking the ink at the mouth of the bottle, the feather pen immediately flew to Mellen's chest.

At the same time, a piece of white letter paper also floated out of the drawer out of thin air, swaying and spreading under the feather pen. [Dear Ms. Juliana...]

The pen tip moved, and lines of delicate small words with the smell of ink gradually appeared on the blank letter paper.

[Although I didn't have much hope for you, I didn't expect you to be so stupid. It really refreshed my understanding of you.]

...

[I have said 180 things about the management of subordinates...]

Under Melen's gaze, the white feather pen automatically wrote on the letter paper, and from time to time it would fly back to the ink bottle to draw new ink.

So after a while, a letter was written.

"Should it be called telekinesis? Or the hand of the wizard?"

After "putting down" the feather pen, Melen began to think about it.

Yes, the "third hand" in his mind is this kind of thing.

It may be a special ability that spontaneously derived from the stimulation when the skill is given, or it may be an ability that awakened because the brain was stimulated too much tonight.

It is not clear where its upper limit is for the time being, because he feels that this hand is still continuing to "grow", or it is still adapting to the body.

But just this performance at the moment is enough to make Melen rethink his future.

There are extraordinary professionals like wizards in this world.

Then, as I thought before, pursuing secular status and influence is not the right path...

Thinking of this, Melen suddenly had an idea.

"Since I can see what others will experience in the future."

"Then, can I see my own?"

Once this idea was born, it occupied most of his mind uncontrollably.

As the old saying goes, it is difficult for a doctor to cure himself if he does not treat others. Rationally, Melen felt that it should be impossible to see his own fate.

But on the other hand, as an earthling, he clearly knew that practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

It happened that the maid knocked on the door and claimed that the bath water was ready.

So Melen picked up a book and walked towards the bathroom.

Then, in the bathroom, he used a mirror to see two lines of information about his future.

[Tomorrow night, you will have a preliminary contact with the mysterious realm of this world, which will make you full of hope for your future]

...

[At the end of this month, you will die]

...

"Death?"

Melen was stunned.

He has lived in this world for more than ten years and has not encountered many major events. How come he is going to die soon after awakening the golden finger! ?

Is it because he is going to contact the so-called mysterious realm?

But this won't kill me, right...

After a long pause, Melen squatted in the bathroom and began to think carefully.

"Based on the existing clues, there are two possible directions."

"Death due to personal reasons and death due to others."

"My own reasons, either this golden finger has a hidden curse or something else that will kill me. Or, the ability obtained from the golden finger will kill me."

"When I got the so-called snake school psychic deduction method, I had a lot of nosebleeds, and it was a master level right from the start. Who knows if this is forcing things to happen..."

"If it's due to others, it's what I did last night."

"It's obviously not a big deal to help tool man No. 1 pick up fat girls, so..."

Facing the crisis of death, Melen was a little panicked, but still calm.

So then, he realized that it was completely useless for him to guess blindly now.

"It is possible that the cause of my death is something that will happen in the future."

"So I should first thoroughly find out the source of the problem, otherwise I will be like a headless fly."

"But how can I find this?"

"Hmm..."

Looking absentmindedly at the attribute information on the book in his hand, a thought suddenly popped up in Mellen's mind.

The so-called destiny should be related to the ability of fortune-telling and destiny.

Would it be putting the cart before the horse to use it for "lottery"?