You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes? Chapter 174

The return of Iger Wilson is a great event for the Half-Blood Society.

This is of course not because his appearance can bring any benefits to the association, but because he has now become something similar to a "mascot"—

Iger's disappearance was initially seen as a private murder by some extreme pureblood, and the Minister of Magic who had given him a platform was said to be outraged.

Therefore, under a series of political operations, many decrees beneficial to mixed blood were issued.

The admission places of the more than 20 schools in Fort St. Grant were approved in this name.

Although it was later confirmed that Iger's disappearance was only unfortunately involved in some incidents of the Chelsea family, and I was not hurt during this period.

But this is the end, some substantive interests have been finalized, and it is too late for some people to go back on it.

Therefore, in the eyes of the people of the Half-Blood Association, Iger Wilson is simply a lucky star, a good person.

Seeing that he was finally released by the Chelsea family, he was naturally very welcome.

"It's not a good thing for him."

In the office, I looked at a group of young people in the lobby outside enthusiastically surrounding a certain black-haired figure. The old assessor who brought Melun into the association said to the people next to him:

"It was pushed out by the Minister of Magic as a political bargaining chip, but it showed up intact afterwards. Many extreme pure bloods would think that they had suffered a big loss, and they already hated Iger."

"Those people don't dare to do anything on the surface."

The person next to him said, "It is possible to attack him secretly."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in a black trench coat, who looked very much like a Practitioner.

In fact, he is indeed a true believer—

The Mixed-Blood Association is a relatively loose organization, and there are no strict restrictions on members. Many people actually have multiple identities.

"But there aren't many people who think that way. After all, no pureblood would want to see our Minister of Magic angry again."

It sounds like a joke, but it's actually the case.

"But if he is smart enough, he should know that he can make a high profile next, but he can't do some behaviors that irritate some people."

The truth follower said: "Otherwise, the higher the flag is erected, the more people will want to cut it off. They would rather pay the price and frustrate this spirit."

"Does the president think so too?"

"I guess yes, otherwise he wouldn't have frequently refused interviews from those newspapers a few days ago..."

For the public, Iger Wilson's previous disappearance was unfortunate news. Naturally, reporters and even passers-by wanted to come to investigate the details, and even condolences to Iger's relatives and friends to show condolences.

However, this behavior was not cooperated by the association, and because of the "mysterious knight" incident that broke out later, the popularity of Iger's disappearance dropped rapidly.

Right now, the sacrifices of the True Believers and the matter of the Son of Destiny have become known to the whole world and have become the focus of people's discussions.

The status quo of Iger, the unfortunate half-blood, has rarely been paid attention to.

Only my own people in the mixed-race association and some people with inexplicable ideas still pay attention.

These people are not many, but when they heard the news and gathered together, they were actually not too few.

If the old president of the association hadn't sent someone to "save" "Iger", he really couldn't get rid of them in a short time.

"On the fifteenth, you will take the airship to the Isle of Thunder with other freshmen from Graham City."

In an office, seeing the dark-haired boy looking a little embarrassed at the moment, President Jacques, who had age spots on his face, smiled unconsciously.

"But other students of the association will hide their identities and depart from other cities, and will not travel with you."

The Mixed-Blood Association has won more than 20 places, which naturally corresponds to more than 20 freshmen.

However, unlike Meren, who has a buff on his body, the mixed blood next to him does not have this protection.

In order to minimize trouble, concealing your identity to go to school is an essential measure.

"It contains their contact information."

The old president said: "When you have free time, you can communicate with them a lot. They are all very good children."

Merlen nodded.

After taking the book of secret words pushed by the other party and flipping through it, he found that everyone's names, including himself, were actually code names on it, which was a little strange.

But then he understood that this should be a precautionary measure taken by the association as it expected that the behavior of the mixed-race people hiding their identities might not be effective.

"We had no influence in that school, so to speak, it was a pioneering move."

"Compared to others, I'm not worried that you will encounter too serious setbacks in that school. But there are always some people in the world who act recklessly, so when you encounter trouble, you should be cautious."

President Jacques exhorted: "You have already heard those bells, the association is also busy with some things, and many bad situations are bound to improve. But you don't need to think about these now, you can go to school with peace of mind, and you will win if you graduate successfully. ."

"What was the important thing you mentioned to me before?"

Mellon asked.

After the sacrifice ceremony, the old man sent a message through the book of secret words to ask when he would be back, saying that he had something to explain.

It's just that Meren was busy wondering if he was Xu Xian at that time, so he didn't think about it carefully.

"This involves the counterattack of those extreme purebloods."

The old president said helplessly: "Usually, new students only need to take a non-rigorous written test to enter Fort St. Grant. But now, because of the protests from some people for granting these places to us, the school has restarted the test. place."

"The place of trial?"

"In simple terms, it is a screening mechanism that distinguishes freshmen into different levels. Students with poor talent and imperfect training will be screened to the bottom, and those with good talent will be the opposite."

"So... you want to tell me not to climb too high?"

"clever."

The old man smiled when he heard the words, "Most pure-blooded students are good, and you have a good reputation among them. But if you rely on your talent to crush them, you will inevitably attract hostility."

"Pure blood and mixed blood are not the same kind of people after all."

Meren nodded thoughtfully, but said nothing.

In front of President Jacques and even almost everyone, he is actually just a wizard apprentice with excellent talent, with great growth potential, but what will happen in the future is not certain.

So naturally there are certain rules that need to be followed carefully.

However, in the wizarding profession, he is indeed still a rookie at the lowest level, so this cannot be said to be a mistake.

"Do you know anything about the Holy Spirit?"

Mellon asked instead.

The information he saw before leaving Chelsea Manor made him quite concerned.

Because he suspected that the so-called hidden temple that caused the girl to commit suicide was a place that he considered investigating?

The teacher was able to follow and participate in the investigation, probably because of her own bloodline.

And of course he wanted to know about the fountain of heaven.

But if this kind of investigation involves Alyssa's life, it needs to be carefully considered.

And because in that precognition dream, Mellon saw the old president in front of him being seen by senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, and even Mrs. Chelsea, and seemed to know the magic tide very well.

So when he came back this time, he thought that he might be able to learn some useful news from this mouth.

"Holy Spirit?"

President Jacques was a little strange about this. "That's a group of old monsters that have long been buried in history. How did you think of them?"

"In that sacrifice ceremony, in addition to the bell, there were also many abnormal buildings such as temples and churches."

Mellen replied: "And I heard that the two major religions in ancient times were created by the Holy Spirit, so I was very curious..."

This is a reasonable reason, the old president thought for a while after hearing the words, and said, "I don't know much about this kind of existence, but—"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and tapped a brown tablecloth on the table.

So with a burst of light and shadow distortion, the tablecloth suddenly turned into a letter!

"I have an old friend who specializes in everything related to the Holy Spirit. He has a shop on the Isle of Thunder, where Fort St. Grant is, and you can stop by when you go."

Having said that, the old man shook his head and said, "You came back a little late. He has actually been a guest here for the past two days and only left this morning."

"That's quite a coincidence..."

Mellon answered regretfully.

After listening to the old man explaining some things, Merron got up and said goodbye, and then left the office with a book of secret words that recorded more than 20 mixed-race students and a letter of introduction.

In place, after President Jacques watched his back disappear, his eyes turned to the corner.

There, a figure in a white robe did not know when, and already showed his tracks.

"You're here, why do you have to hide it from him?"

The president asked: "Didn't you claim that you want to see Iger?"

"The smell on him is so strange that I can't grasp it."

The old man in the white robe replied thoughtfully: "The smell of snakes, the smell of the Holy Spirit, the smell of demons, and even the smell of false gods..."

It sounds complicated.

President Jacques frowned.

"This may be related to the kidnapping case a few days ago. I heard that Isabella's daughter and Iger were locked in a special place by the kidnapper."

"Where can there be so many things mixed together?"

The white-robed old man sneered, "A big dye vat?"

"Then what do you think it is for?"

"I don't understand, it's not normal anyway, so I just don't have contact with him, so as not to be involved in any trouble."

After saying this, he didn't say anything more, and instead asked: "What kind of rebel army is it said that William Pantolia is organizing?"

"There is such a saying."

President Jacques was still thinking about what happened to Mellon, and he said absentmindedly: "William may have learned some special news from the Scarlet Cross, thinking that this announcement of Destiny Child is related to the magic tide."

"Related to the magic tide?"

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"A person from the Scarlet Cross Society, codenamed nun, was conspiring to stir up trouble in our society some time ago."

President Jacques said slowly: "I investigated afterwards and found that there is indeed a saying in this organization that fate is deeply implicated in the magic tide."

"That was a disaster."

The white-robed old man frowned, "The magic tide is really about to appear again, but I don't know how many people will die, so we—"

Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized something, and couldn't help but look suspiciously at his old friend.

"You should have known about this a long time ago, right? Otherwise, why are you so sure that the announcement of the Son of Destiny is an opportunity?"

"It's actually pretty easy to guess."

President Jacques responded calmly: "As long as we have studied the classics of the original truth religion, we can find that the Son of Destiny represents a sign of change. But change requires the cooperation of the larger environment."

"What can make the world more turbulent than the reappearance of the magic tide?"

"That's why William organized the so-called rebellion."

The doubts in the eyes of the white-robed old man did not disappear, "Is it his own idea, or did you both conspire?"

"Of course it's his own thoughts. You should know that he has a deep hatred with the royal family of the Northern Empire."

"Really? How can I suspect that his goal is not the Empire?"

"What else could it be if it wasn't an empire?"

President Jacques asked with a smile: "Could it still be our United Kingdom?"

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