You call this the mastermind?

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the sun shines on the lawn, illuminating the crystal dewdrops in the green grass stems and leaves.

Mellen got up early, washed up, and took a suitcase of cash to the door of a church hospital in the northeast corner of Graham City.

After watching for a while, he signaled the driver to call a lost figure to him, whispered a few words to the other party, and handed him a stack of banknotes.

The other party's eyes widened instantly, and then thanked Mellen with surprise, and then ran back to the hospital without hesitation.

Mellen continued to follow on the street opposite the hospital.

After a while, he called the second one.

Then the third, fourth, fifth...

Until he spent all the cash on hand, he returned to the carriage under the complicated gaze of the coachman.

At this time, it was already noon, and the carriage slowly passed through the crowded city. Mellen in the carriage was counting his previous gains.

Last night, he suspected that he might have a "misunderstanding" about destiny.

But if you want to experiment with its function, you need to accumulate a certain number first.

And where will he meet a large number of people who are about to face changes in their lives?

The first thing he thought of was the hospital, and the second was the factory with serious pollution.

In this era of increasing industrialization, there are countless poor people who are sick but don't know it, and can't afford to treat their illnesses. So if you want to collect destiny, it's right to go to these two places and spend money.

This is the fastest way and the least troublesome.

With the ability of "precognition", Mellen no longer takes money seriously. Although there is no lottery in this era, there are still stocks.

If you run out of money one day, you can definitely get your money back by going to the stock exchange.

"If changing other people's fate can gain destiny, then I have written so many books, and logically it should affect many people... Why is there no response here?"

"Is it because the time is too short?"

The newly awakened golden finger still has many places to explore. In the swaying carriage, Mellen pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out this problem.

After shaking his head, he looked down, and a "panel" appeared on the page in his hand.

[Destiny: 12]

[Position: 0]

[Learned skills: Snake School Psychic Deduction (Master), Writing (Master), Card Magic...]

...

12 is not a lot. Mellen found that his golden finger can only see the changes in other people's destiny within three days, not like when he looked at himself, he could see a month.

"Maybe this three-day limit can be upgraded?"

"By the way, if I break my own destiny, will there be a reward?"

There are many ideas, but when he returned to his study at home, all these doubts were suppressed in his heart.

Sitting behind the desk, picking up a feather pen, Mellen prepared to try to write under the "attribute panel" - this was a direction he guessed to use destiny.

"I can live to death without illness or disaster."

He wanted to write this sentence on it, but he didn't know what happened. He raised his hand in the air and couldn't write.

It was as if there was an invisible force dragging his elbow, resisting his "rude" request.

Mellen was happy because of this.

I'm not afraid of a reaction, I'm afraid nothing will happen. If there is a reaction, it proves that the direction of his attempt is correct.

I just need to lower the requirements...

"Before the age of 30, my life was smooth sailing."

He wanted to write this again, but it still didn't work.

So the requirements kept lowering.

It didn't work to waive the threat of death, and it didn't work to tell who died.

After a long stalemate, Mellen finally succeeded in writing a paragraph on the page.

"I will know how I die soon!"

The number corresponding to the destiny was then reduced from 12 to 2, but no other situation occurred.

But then, an impulse suddenly rose in Mellen's heart, making him stand up from the chair, go to the bookshelf on the right, open the glass window, and take out a book from it.

This was obviously a hint.

However, when he saw the name and subtitle of the book clearly, the expression on his face instantly became very wonderful.

"The Secret of Oriental Medicine - A Brief Discussion on Whether Death from Yang Leakage Has Scientific Basis"

...

On the green lawn in front of the manor stood a statue of an angel holding a bottle, and at this moment, the bottle mouth was constantly sprinkling clear spring water down.

At this time, Mrs. Chelsea would lean against the window and watch the fountain moving in the sun. The swaying rainbow on the water curtain would always make her happy.

But now, she was silently watching a maid she had raised since childhood kneeling in front of her, accusing herself angrily.

"You killed my parents with your own hands, and then pretended to adopt me. Do you think you can redeem yourself by doing this? Isabella, you are such a ridiculous bitch!"

...    "Fate will punish you sooner or later, Isabella. Even if I didn't succeed just now, you won't have a good ending!"

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"And your disgusting daughter! She pretends to be pitiful every day, but in fact, even a dog in the manor has more conscience than her!"

...

The beautifully decorated hall was still bustling with people last night, but now it is so deserted that there is not even a fly.

Mrs. Chelsea was sitting on a sofa by the window. A girl in a black and white maid uniform knelt in front of her, as if she was being pressed against the white floor tiles by an invisible force. She leaned back and tied her hands behind her back. Her waist, her delicate face with some freckles was flushed red at the moment, and her eyes were full of anger.

"Love your life now, Isabella, there is not much left of it!"

"My family and I will be waiting for you down there!"

"Family..." Chewing this word and thinking of some things that happened more than ten years ago, Mrs. Chelsea suddenly laughed.

"Is this why you poisoned my wine just now?"

"That's reason enough to send you to hell!"

"But, I have raised you for seventeen years, and you have never met your so-called family."

“Like having a dog?!”

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Chelsea lowered her eyes and waved her hand without saying anything. Someone next to her came forward and escorted the maid out of the hall.

"Mother……"

The curses of the young maid gradually faded away, and a cautious voice immediately sounded from the fence on the second floor of the hall.

Looking around, a blond girl with a somewhat pale face was looking over.

"what happened?"

"A farce."

Mrs. Chelsea said calmly: "Go back, Alyssa, your illness is not cured yet, and it is not suitable to think about such boring trivial matters."

"But who are Mary's parents?"

The girl's tone was a little uneasy, and her voice was completely different from Mrs. Chelsea's hoarse voice. It was clear and sweet, but also tinged with weakness. Matched with her dazzling white skin, it looked like a sickly and beautiful swan.

"Two former enemies died after giving birth to Mary."

Mrs. Chelsea replied, seeing that her daughter wanted to ask something else, she suddenly said: "I met the kid from Gray Felix's family last night."

These words made the girl stunned, and then her face turned red with anger, "I, I will not get engaged to him!"

She was obviously angry, but because of the weakness in her voice, there was no momentum at all. Instead, she unconsciously released a feeling of pity.

"If you can make the decision yourself." Mrs. Chelsea responded to her daughter's anger with a smile.

The girl bit her lower lip when she heard this, turned around and left without saying anything.

The hall became quiet again. Mrs. Chelsea, who was sitting on the sofa near the window, smiled and looked at the low table covered with white tablecloth in front of her.

There, a tall glass filled with fruit wine was placed quietly. Under the sunlight outside the window, the liquid in the glass was glowing with an intoxicating blood color.

"scarlet……"

Mrs. Chelsea's face turned unsightly as she murmured about what was hidden in the glass of wine.

Scarlet potion is a very powerful poison in the field of potions. Although she has the means to save her life, it is unknown whether she can withstand such intensity of toxicity.

It was obvious that this was a fatal assassination.

Not long ago, while admiring the scenery outside, she asked for a drink as usual. But because it was sent by Mary, he suddenly remembered the lively incident that happened at the banquet last night.

The daughter's fiancé is a wizard, but two ordinary people unknowingly steal the magic bag.

This kind of thing, combined with the special status of the maid Mary, made her subconsciously think about it a lot.

So she silently cast a poison-detection spell on the wine glass.

It was just an impromptu move, but unexpectedly, the feedback from the spell turned out to be very abnormal.

Therefore, this is how the previous scene happened.

However……

Is this really just an act of revenge launched by the maid after discovering the truth about her parents' death?

"I don't think Mary could have the means to obtain this level of poison. There must be someone else behind it."

After thinking for a moment, Mrs. Chelsea called the manor's guard captain and said: "I will let out the wind and refine a truth potion. If that person doesn't want to be exposed, he will definitely kill someone and silence him. You sent people to keep an eye on the dungeon. There should also be eye spies in the kitchen.”

Captain Brady nodded upon hearing this, then bowed and retreated.

Mrs. Chelsea then called another person, "Keep an eye on Brady. If Mary dies, control him immediately."

The visitor nodded when he heard this, and then left silently.

Looking at the empty and gorgeous hall, Mrs. Chelsea thought for a while, and finally called the manor housekeeper.

"Send an invitation to Mr. Mellon Gilbert for me. I will meet with him alone tonight."