You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes? Chapter 32

Mrs Chelsea wasn't actually at home when Mellon visited the estate.

Instead, he was riding a carriage, heading towards a corner area where the poor people gathered in Graham City.

But even though she didn't meet Meren, because of the existence of the Book of Secret Words, she still got the relevant news without any hindrance.

Inside the carriage of the carriage, which seemed to be completely still, the long blond hair was curled up, and the lady in black women's formal dress stared at the content that appeared on the page, frowning slightly.

"I see."

She sat there motionless, but lines of graceful and graceful words appeared one after another in the book of secret words floating in front of her.

"I can't get away for a while, tell the child to go back first. Give him a book reference, and I will contact him with the book of secret words later."

"I will also communicate with him in the Book of Secret Languages ​​regarding the teaching of apprenticeships."

"By the way, send the book from the Raifali family to the young lady."

After replying, she looked away from the book of secret words, and Mrs. Chelsea pondered slightly.

"What is Kevin going to do?"

She was actually a little weird about it.

In her cognition, her son-in-law Kevin and apprentice Melen only met once at the last banquet.

Although there was a bit of unhappiness between the two sides at the time, it was not enough for Kevin's child to pester each other like this—

In order to invite Mellon to the banquet, he was willing to be cheated of money, really...

It's kind of ridiculous.

But it can actually be seen from here that even if there is a contradiction between the two children, it should not be deep.

Otherwise things would not be so harmonious.

However, the lady still attaches great importance to this, or it feels a little troublesome.

The trouble was not between the two children, but the place where the banquet was held.

Ernest family.

Wizarding families hold banquets every now and then, and this social occasion can't be called a hassle for most people.

But the Ernest family was different.

In the eyes of some of their insiders, the Ernest family's banquet is a very "weird" place.

Where is Kevin's child holding a banquet? He has to go there?

And his newly recruited elementary school apprentice, who was ignorant, actually accepted the invitation?

Looking at the news, he seemed to think he took a big advantage in this matter...

Feeling a little helpless about this, after thinking about it, Mrs. Chelsea's eyes flashed, and the book of secret words floating in front of her was turned to a page named Susan Corion Ernest.

"Is your family holding a banquet tomorrow night?"

The lady seemed to be familiar with the woman named Susan.

"How is that possible? What I hate most is banquets."

It didn't take long for the other side to reply, "Where did you hear that?"

"A junior there." Madam replied.

"It should be my son preparing to entertain some of his friends. I'll ask later."

The opposite replied: "What, are you going to participate?"

"I am not interested."

The lady replied, "But if you're not sure if your husband will make trouble, I might send someone over."

"I'm not sure."

The opposite responded: "Also, I've divorced that disgusting guy, you should call him by another name, Isabella."

"But I forgot what your husband's name was."

"Speaking of which, I saw Juliana yesterday saying she wanted to come to Graham recently?"

Mrs. Chelsea's expression didn't change when she sent this sentence, but she seemed curious about it, otherwise she wouldn't have changed the subject halfway through.

"She told me too."

The opposite replied: "What else did you say this is a love run, maybe it's about starting a new relationship... It's ridiculous enough, my son is so old, and I'm still thinking about the shameful **** between men and women."

"It's normal. Robin Lefali, the self-proclaimed greatest wizard in the world, is still sneaking into brothels at the age of 174. How old is Juliana?"

"...Where did you hear this gossip?"

The opposite side seemed surprised, "Besides, you who have never been married talk to me about this topic... is it really okay?"

"It has nothing to do with marriage or not."

The lady replied calmly: "Okay, I'm going to visit the local church and talk later when I have time."

"Going to inquire about your nun sister again?"

"I've treated her as a dead person."

"Then what do you go to church for?"

"There are more and more Practitioners arriving near Graham. I feel that the situation is a little out of control. Just in case, I must draw some people."

"...How serious is the situation?"

He didn't reply to this sentence, because the carriage had slowly stopped moving forward.

After putting away the book of secret words, Mrs. Chelsea looked out the car window.

A white church standing at the end of the silent cemetery came into view. There was no sacred atmosphere, but against the backdrop of the night and the dead branches and crows, it looked strange and terrifying.

On the other hand, Mellon looked a little disappointed when he came to visit but did not see Mrs. Chelsea.

But the housekeeper also said that since Madam claimed to have known it, she would definitely not forget about it.

So tell him to go to the banquet tomorrow night in peace, there will be no problem.

So Mellon felt very secure.

What made him feel completely relieved was that when he checked his fate in the bathroom, he didn't see any other changes.

"So, as long as my fate line doesn't change, I can actually be more reckless. If I go too far, there will be a reminder..."

On the way back, Merron pondered some bold ideas.

His body is very resilient now. He had been beaten on purpose by someone before, but now there is no trace of it on the outside.

Therefore, Melon felt that if he broke his arm and lost his leg, he might recover in the end?

But in fact, this can only be thought about, he dare not experiment.

It's hard to say whether it will recover, the pain is really painful...

Still have to hold on.

After returning to the guild, Mellen began to use psychic deduction to obtain information about Jim's mother.

It is obviously impossible to directly channel the other party.

It's not clear what rank the lady serving on the Wizarding Supreme Court is, but it's definitely higher than him.

Therefore, what Merron "searched" was basically leftovers.

Like the number of servants in Ernest Manor, what are the servants busy with every day, what commodities are purchased by the manor every day, and which commodities consume the most...

Although he didn't get the answer he wanted directly, the continuous side-by-side analysis was enough for Merron to collect enough and effective clues. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

With the information constantly processed and pondered in his mind, Meren contacted Arthur with the book of secret words at the same time, and had a good word with the other party.

Then, there is nothing urgent to do.

Looking at the sky outside the window, he found that it was very late, but because of the master breathing technique, he never felt tired.

However, Mellon, whose thinking and cognition are still in the ranks of ordinary people, feels that if there is nothing important, it is better to let the body rest.

So he dug out his pajamas from the suitcase, put them on, and burrowed into the bedclothes of the four-poster bed in the bedroom.

He has a very precise control over his body, which makes Merron easily fall asleep.

However, it was in this state that Merron was confused and came to a familiar place—

The hunter's hut from the storybook.

This time, however, was not the same as last time.

Before he could see the surrounding situation clearly, a slightly weak female voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"You, who are you?"

The owner of the voice should be wary of Melen's appearance.

But because the voice line is too soft, it doesn't sound like a threat at all.

Meren looked sideways, and the figure of a graceful young woman came into view.

The young woman with long red hair and a shawl was standing in front of the fireplace at this time, her expression full of cowardice and defensiveness when she looked at herself.

Astonishingly, the hostess in the oil painting came to life.

In other words, the second member who read the book appeared.

Inwardly, she was secretly curious about her identity, but on the surface, Meren showed a bright and sunny smile to the other party.

"Hello, I'm Clark, Clark Batty."

He casually made up a pseudonym for himself.

Chapter end