You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes? Chapter 12

Mellen felt that the short, round-faced boy who lived opposite him might have some problems with his brain.

He greeted him in a friendly manner, but he didn't get any positive response, but instead had a very bad attitude.

After he said a word, with a bang, the little round face with an angry expression slammed the door back into his bedroom.

"What a strange person..."

After a murmur, Meren didn't take it seriously, and went downstairs along the stairs at the end of the dim corridor.

There was a change in the plan.

He originally wanted to join the meteorological association. The way to join was to pretend to pass by on the street where the members of the other party were, and then use his third hand to steal things.

Normal wizards disdain stealing ordinary people's belongings, because it's useless.

Therefore, Melon's behavior can be proved without traces that he is a young Bai Mengxin who has the talent of wizards, but has not been in contact with the wizarding circle.

Conceptually, worldly things are regarded as treasures.

Then, nothing needs to be done.

After learning about the relevant information, Meren believed that with his appearance, those wizarding organizations who were particularly fancy would definitely welcome him warmly.

Moreover, he is innocent, and he is not afraid of investigation at all, and he will not bring the slightest trouble.

This is simply the absolute potential stock used to display the "beautiful man's plan"!

The fact is also true, he showed a little special on the street, the member of the meteorological association ran over to ask questions, and then took him back and prepared to take it back to write the application form for the meeting.

The accident is also out of this link.

Before he could walk a few steps, a little old man appeared out of nowhere, but after taking a few glances at Melun, he started robbing the member of the Meteorological Association.

Also say that this street is their turf.

Of course, Merron would not change his mind because of this. After all, his goal was to join the Meteorological Association and get close to one of its members.

But no consideration has been given to which organization is larger, has more resources, or has more long-term development potential.

However, the other party's words persuaded him.

Not those superficial words, but through a method similar to sound transmission, whispered to him.

"The Meteorological Association is a subordinate organization of our Half-Blood Wizard Rights Protection Association. The resources their association has, we also have them, and what they don't have, we still have them."

"After joining our association, I can apply for subsidy funds for you, about 500 grams of ghost dust per month, and at the same time provide you with a complete set of items that wizards should have for free, and support you to the greatest extent possible to enter the wizarding school we can."

"If you do well, I can even win you admission to a top wizarding school. This is an opportunity that many people can't even imagine. It was obtained by our president who spent a lot of energy. Now I know that Not many people have the news..."

"What? Still not willing? Where did you see that meteorological association?"

"Spells related to rain... Boy, don't listen to them fooling people, do you think their spells can make a city rain heavily out of thin air? In fact, that kind of spell is to use a special thing to load several tons of water to the ground. Sprinkle, pretend it's raining."

"Do you need that kind of spell? Okay, it doesn't matter. I have some friendship with the president of the Weather Association. If you are really interested in their spell, I can help you get it. As long as you join us..."

After infiltrating the Meteorological Association, it may not be possible to successfully obtain spells from the target, but if other wizards make a relevant commitment, then this matter can be considered.

In addition, Meren found that although the two sides were red-faced, the member of the Meteorological Association was obviously afraid of the little old man.

The spittle all over his face was just daring to move his mouth, and he didn't dare to fight back at all.

There is a clear difference in status.

That's why Mellon joined the so-called Half-Blood Wizards Rights Protection Association.

"However, where did the old man hear the news and ran to rob people?"

Merron was still thinking about this question as he left the dormitory hallway and descended the stairs.

It stands to reason that a small character like him, going to that street to fish, can't possibly attract anyone's attention...

The mysterious Mrs Chelsea?

If it was her people who were paying attention to her, Melon would understand.

After all, he got rid of a bunch of stalkers not long ago.

And when he came back this time, he didn't hide his whereabouts very much.

But what relationship could that lady have with an organization like the Half-Blood Association?

She has no reason to lead herself to join this organization, right?

That kind of big man, as for making this detour with his small character?

There seems to be a lot of doubts about this matter, but it cannot be ruled out that it is a coincidence.

Therefore, Mellon does not feel that he joins this organization, and there is any risk at all.

The residence Melon was assigned to was an apartment building with a small overall area.

The first floor is a hall, furnished like a club.

At this time, several young boys and girls were sitting on the corner sofa talking. When they saw Merron coming down, they didn't say hello, but looked at him with curious expressions.

In this day and age, there are many more socially fearful people, or people who are not good at socializing, than in modern times.

Merron didn't care about this either, and after nodding at these peers, he walked towards an office on the corner of the first floor—

Then Merron saw the old man who brought him here again.

The old man was very thin, wearing an ancient-style linen robe, long gray-white hair and a shawl, dressed as a sage.

He also seemed to be waiting for Mellen to arrive.

As soon as Merron entered the door, he was greeted to the chair in front of the desk and seated with a book in his hand.

"Look at this common-sense knowledge first. I'm filling out the application for you. After filling it out, I'll tell you exactly what the so-called wizards and spells are all about."

"Then I'll provide you with a set of wizard-standard items, including a book of secret words that wizards use to communicate with each other, a magic bag to hold things, a wizard's encyclopedia, a basic wand, and..."

He said a lot in a row, and Mellon was a little stunned to hear it.

"Uh...doesn't there need to be an assessment or review or something?"

"It's not necessary."

The old man sitting behind the desk glanced at him as he said, "I've been doing this job for almost ten years. You can tell at a glance who comes from what family."

"And, what do you think the purpose of our association is?"

"Hugging together for warmth?"

"If it's just a group, why don't we call it an association or a club?"

Merron wanted to ask something after hearing this, but the other party pointed to the book in his hand, then lowered his head and started filling out the form.

Family background, educational experience, relationships...

Melon took a look, good guy, and found that all the information about him was blinded by this old man.

Even the name was filled with Iger Wilson.

"He really believes in his vision."

Merron thought to himself, then lowered his head and flipped through the book in his hand.

[If there is a tower in the world that leads to the sky, then the wizard is the one who climbs the stairs of the tower and keeps climbing. The higher you climb, the wider the world you can see. 】

This is the sentence on the title page of the book.

This seems to be in line with the spiritual path of the wizard.

However, when Merron officially opened the first page of this book, what he saw was no cultivation method or magic principle.

[First of all, it needs to be emphasized that this world has magic power, but the magic power here does not refer to some kind of energy or some kind of gas. 】

[Secondly, I personally do not agree with the empty **** on the title page. Relatively speaking, I prefer to regard the promotion of wizards as climbing stairs. Every time I go up one floor, the layout of the rooms and the size of the corridors I see are different. Same. 】

[Based on the above principles, I advise those little fools who are very ambitious, don't waste your energy on studying spells of a higher level than yourself. You are in the room on the first floor, how can you get the things on the second floor? 】

[Similarly, if we compare different levels of wizards to floors and rooms, then if you want to experience the spells of your corresponding level, you need to have the key to the room, or be able to use "violent means" to kick open the room door. 】

[In ancient times, this key was a kind of stupid and clumsy wand, similar to the walking stick we use now. But a hundred years ago, some of our ancestors had already improved it...]

Here Merron is digging into a book.

Over there, the silver-haired old butler in a black formal suit had finished his secret observation of Melen, and came to the study where Mrs. Chelsea was, and reported what he had observed.

Chapter end