You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes? Chapter 21

Mrs Chelsea rarely goes out.

For some reason, in the past two years, she has never even stepped out of the manor.

But this evening, she took a quaint carriage and quietly came to a small town outside Graham.

At this moment, the sky is full of moon and stars, and the evening wind blows the moisture from the sea in the wilderness outside the town. The flowers and plants on the roadside rippling along with it. Accompanied by the sound of rolling wheels, it looks peaceful and peaceful.

However, when the carriage entered the town, the surrounding world suddenly underwent an earth-shaking change.

The dark clouds above the head were obscured, and the electric lights flickered in the dark clouds, and the dull roaring sound came one after another, as if something horrible was brewing.

Countless dead souls in tattered robes are gathering together, taking a certain core as the origin under the dark clouds, and surrounding them into a terrifying skeleton ball shrouded in black mist, from which terrifying ghost cries are heard one after another, one after another.

They look terrible, but if you look closely, you can find that these dead souls are just instinctively protecting themselves at the moment.

And the objects they avoided were the four black-feathered giant eagles flying in and out of the pitch-black cloud sea!

The giant eagles were wrapped in dark blue thunder, and the eagle eyes released a dazzling light. Every time they flapped their wings, the black ball of the dead soul would be twisted and turbulent, as if it might collapse at any time.

Correspondingly, there will be waves of terror in the town below, like a tsunami storm.

As a result, the roofs of the buildings in the town are constantly being lifted off, and trees are uprooted.

The wild dogs on the roadside whimpered and barked, and the wailing sound was mixed with the screams of the townspeople, making it extremely inconspicuous.

All the scenes indicate that this place is on the verge of destruction.

Until the inconspicuous carriage drove past, it was like an eraser, rubbing lightly, and the strong storm that ravaged the town suddenly dissipated.

From movement to stillness, all kinds of items blown by the wind fell on the ground along the inertia, and a large number of dead souls gathered into **** also screamed and scattered at this moment, turning into countless figures to hide in the shadows in every corner of the town. shivering.

But this did not attract the attention of the giant eagles in the sea of ​​clouds.

The storm below is nothing but a byproduct of the flapping of their wings.

At this moment, their attention is all on the deepest part of the town, in the direction of a remote manor.

While hovering and soaring, the pair of dazzling eagle eyes stared angrily at it from time to time, and lightning bolts roared and charged away, and the white light flashed and flashed.

However, when these terrifying thunderbolts hit the manor in the air, they would dissipate inexplicably.

The manor looked peaceful, and the outermost steel fence was full of vines.

At the end of the barren lawn is a very old stone and brick castle.

Moss covered the castle walls, and a long giant flag hung in the center of the castle, shaking in the wind. The black eagle and the crown logo on it came alive under the lightning, as if an eagle king would emerge from it at any time.

However, in the end, there was no change in the giant flag. Instead, after a short scream in the castle, it became dim.

And the four terrifying giant eagles hovering in the sky suddenly ignited several pure black flames all over their body at this moment.

A shrill whine spread over the entire town, causing the shivering townspeople to scream in fear again.

However, it was followed by a calm storm.

It is truly calm, because the scourge has been burned into four piles of ashes, and has been blown away by the wind.

The disaster came suddenly and went quickly.

Only at the old manor at the end of the town, the atmosphere became more tense.

Mrs. Chelsea's carriage stopped outside the gate of the manor, motionless, and the driver stared at the closed gate of the manor with a blank expression like a walking corpse.

However, when someone from the manor walked out and saw him, there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Good day, Miss Isabella."

A serious voice broke the strange atmosphere here. The middle-aged gentleman with a mustache walked to the front and back of the carriage, raised his hand, took off his top hat, and bowed to the carriage.

"I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still so beautiful."

"The Rafaeli family has contributed a lot to the wizarding world."

Mrs. Chelsea in the carriage did not show up, but her hoarse voice was very clearly transmitted to the other party's ears.

"The electro-optic technique invented by Amber Rafaeli is the first choice for every wizard when he starts."

"But they go against the truth."

The middle-aged gentleman said softly: "Fate has already made it clear that death is the final destination of this family."

"You have hunted down the Raifali family for seven hundred years, killing their eleven patriarchs and hundreds of members."

"It is one of our many missions to completely wipe this bloodline from the world."

The middle-aged gentleman replied with a smile, "It's an honor, this mission is done by me today."

"Twenty years ago, the present-day head of the Rafaeli family took an oath of allegiance to Chelsea."

"If I have offended you, please forgive me."

The gentleman said, "But as far as I know, after you became the head of the family, their family rarely listened to your dispatch."

"And just now, when they faced the call of fate, they still tried to threaten the life of a small town to force you to come here—"

He didn't continue his words, because at the same time as he spoke, the dark clouds above began to make a dull roaring sound again.

The middle-aged gentleman looked up in astonishment, only to see that a frightened black giant python appeared there at some point, hovering and sticking its head out from the depths of the dark clouds.

Massive thunder lingered around its terrifying body, and the dazzling rays of light it released enveloped the earth, as if daylight had come.

It was too big, as if the ancient beast had come to this world again, and the entire sea of ​​clouds covering most of its body seemed to have become part of its coiled giant body.

As the beast came quietly from a high altitude, the strong sense of oppression made the tall and straight waist of the middle-aged gentleman unconsciously hunched a lot.

"What do you want?" He resolutely confessed.

"Your purpose."

"I'm afraid this will disappoint you."

The gentleman said bitterly: "I am just one of many believers who believe in the truth, and I am not qualified to listen to the revelation of fate."

"If even God Slayer Guderian is not qualified to understand the so-called revelation, who else has this qualification?"

The hoarse voice was full of sarcasm, "Luka Joz?"

"Sir Bishop is certainly qualified, but apart from him, I'm afraid no one can get this honor."

The middle-aged gentleman's tone was extremely sincere, as if he really didn't know anything about it.

But Mrs Chelsea wasn't convinced.

There was a little silence in the carriage, and then there was a faint word.

"The International Council of Wizards is drafting a big purge bill on cultists and ancient mystics. If passed, you group of people will become street rats."

"The present world of truth will be oppressed," the middle-aged gentleman said with a smile, "but the light of truth will never be extinguished by oppression."

"I can make it pass."

This time it was the middle-aged gentleman's turn to be silent.

Frowning for a while, he said with a little difficulty: "We will listen to the real apocalypse."

The tone when he said this was extremely obscure, as if he was repeating someone's words.

"Where are you pointing?"

"The Prophecy of the Disciples, third paragraph."

"It's delusional..."

"Delusion? This is destiny, and no one can stop it!"

A touch of unconcealed enthusiasm suddenly appeared in the middle-aged gentleman's words.

"The world will usher in the arrival of the eldest son of destiny. He will lead us back to the beginning. If you are wise enough, you should prepare early!"

This sudden change of tone made him seem like another person in an instant, crazy, arrogant, and full of confidence.

However, seemingly disdainful to respond to this, the quaint carriage quietly started, and under the steady driving of the coachman, it returned to the direction of Graham City.

The middle-aged gentleman didn't say anything. After bowing to the back of the carriage leaving, he put on his top hat and hurried to the other side of the road, eventually disappearing without a trace.

The town completely returned to calm, and the thick black clouds in the sky slowly dissipated.

A ray of pure moonlight swayed down the gaps in the clouds, revealing a few withered weeds in the courtyard of the ancient manor.

A storm is over.

After returning to Graham, Mrs. Chelsea, who was dressed in a black and elegant dress, walked down from the carriage with some doubts on her face.

The silver-haired old butler was already waiting at the gate of the manor, and when he saw the owner of the house, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Ma'am, about the affairs of the Mixed-Blood Association, there are already results."

"So fast?"

The slightly absent-minded Mrs. Chelsea came back to her senses when she heard the words, and her tone was a little surprised.

"Your little grandson just sneaked in today, right? This completes the mission?"

Chapter end