You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes? Chapter 38

The hall where the masked dance was held was full of people, and the musicians who played the violin around the fence on the second floor couldn't suppress the noise to the background music, no matter how hard they tried.

The piano players in the middle of the dance floor did not have such troubles, because that place had become a place for a few teenage wizards to show off their skills—the keys would move automatically when they didn't raise their hands to play.

It was obviously a subtle manipulation of the third hand, and a very difficult piece of music kept playing, causing the surrounding men and women to burst into applause from time to time.

However, relatively speaking, only a few young wizards gathered in the music circle. Most wizards gathered in small groups one after another according to their own topics of interest, completely ignoring the theme of this banquet.

This can also be seen from the side, wizards with absolute power do not actually need to pursue the ultimate etiquette to make themselves appear higher than ordinary people.

"I'll just say it clearly, the flying broom is a defective product, and it shouldn't be sold in the first place!"

Mellen was currently in a small circle of only four or five people in the hall, watching with interest two young wizards quarreling over a new type of product in the wizarding world.

"At an altitude of 10,000 meters, there is thick fog all around, and there is no protection at all. You are riding on a broom and rushing forward. Do you really want to be blown off by the wind and still survive?"

A brown-haired young wizard said angrily: "Blackstone dares to import anything from the outside for money. Don't they know that this is joking with a wizard's life!?"

"You obviously don't understand, this is the true meaning of flying."

The one who was arguing with the brown-haired wizard was a thin young man with a short head. He said in a disdainful tone: "Broom flying is an exciting competitive sport, and it is not used for rushing. If you want to travel safely, why? Won't you take the ghost carriage?"

"Of course I know that flying brooms are not used for rushing. So what I'm talking about is actually this so-called competitive sport, there is absolutely no need to introduce it from outside! That's a crime!"

"Murder or crime, do you want to ask the big men to ban it?"

"One is a legal and blatant crime, and the other is an illegal, attacked behavior, and you actually think this is the same thing!?"

"Is it really illegal? Are you sure??"

"Why not have a flying broom that is both safe and exciting?"

Seeing that they were getting louder and fiercer, Mellon interjected: "Isn't this the best of both worlds?"

"What are you talking about in your sleep?"

The brown-haired boy who advocated banning flying brooms was surprised when he heard the words, "Just such a broken broom, how much magic do you want to attach to it?"

"And this also needs to consider the conflict of runes. If there is a conflict between the two rune chains of flight and protection during operation, and there is an explosion, do you still want your ass?"

"Pedantism! It's not impossible."

The skinny wizard who likes flying brooms retorted: "Put on protective props on your lower body, and then carry something like a hot air balloon on your back, so that it will be fine no matter how it explodes."

"As for the broom being too small..."

It's good to cover your face with a mask, and a newbie like Merron is mixed in, and no one can find out.

Asking some stupid question was despised, turned to another circle and changed himself, still a mysterious "big guy".

So his small circle listened to it for a while, and after he was not interested, he went to another small circle.

Then the third, the fourth...

After going around like this, it didn't take long for him to figure out the basic situation of the young pure-blood wizards in Graham City.

"They generally have no pressure and look forward to the next school career. The mentality is similar to that of the prospective college students who finished the college entrance examination in the previous life and were on vacation."

Mellen makes a judgment on this.

In fact, since entering the banquet hall, Mellon has been alert to possible provocations and conflicts around him.

However, almost an hour has passed since the time has passed, and the little yellow hair has not seen anyone sent to find fault.

After accumulating power for such a long time, he was a little suspicious. Does the other party want to make a big move next?

"So, where did Arthur go?"

After walking around without seeing the very presence figure, Meren was a little worried that this guy would encounter an accident.

But thinking that he was a wizard with a much higher rank than himself, he felt that he might as well worry about himself.

So after asking the waiter for the book, Meren came to a sofa in the corner of the hall, intending to open the book to see if there was any lucky wizard whose fate was about to change.

However, just as he sat down, a respectful voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Good day, this gentleman, do you need dessert?"

"I'm a little afraid of cavities, so no need, thanks."

Mellon answered without looking up.

He thought it was a passing waiter, so he didn't pay much attention.

But then, Meren reacted suddenly, something was wrong—

With his senses strengthened by the master-level breathing method, he didn't find anyone approaching?

What made Merron even more astonished was that when he raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound, there was nothing there except for a golden lamppost close to the wall!

"Damn it..."

Meren frowned.

And when he opened the book in his hand and observed the fate of the people around him, he saw more things that were amiss—

[Reeves Bunch, who is about to apply for admission to the Imperial Academy of Wizards and Wizards, should have an infinitely bright future, but now, he has participated in this hidden and sinister masked dance]

[Next, he will die in a nasty and mysterious conflict. 】

[As one of the servants serving the Ernest family, Hassel is accustomed to the daily work in the family, but he would never have imagined that this job would kill him. 】

[The young girl who came to this social dance with her friends did not realize the danger here, so she will lose her legs forever after today...]

As he stared at unfamiliar or semi-unfamiliar figures, corresponding information emerged one after another from the book.

Merron's expression became more solemn.

If only one, or one or two wizards were about to die, he could still feel that maybe it was the little yellow-haired man who made a ruthless move for him.

Then he rose up to resist, killing several enemies and comrades or something.

But when he looks around now, he finds that at least ten young wizards here will die, and more than twenty will be disabled because of this, which will affect their whole life.

"Obviously I can't be this good..."

Mellon is very self-aware.

And if this matter is really related to him, then his fate line cannot be unchanged...

It's just that although he was sure that he had nothing to do with this matter, Melon's mood still became very bad.

This is not because people die here, but because he finds that he seems to have become Conan unknowingly.

Go to Mrs. Chelsea's banquet and meet that Mrs. is about to be assassinated.

Go to join the Mixed-Blood Association and meet the little girl Lily who is about to die tragically...

Now I ran to participate in the trap set by the enemy, but it seemed that I had nothing to do, and the people around me were going to die...

"Could it be that as long as you are a transmigrator, you can't escape this kind of thing and force your physique?"

Referring to the many online articles he has read, Melon is a little suspicious of life.

"His location has been confirmed with a Whispering Charm."

In the kitchen at the back of the manor, when a young waiter put the silver plate in his hand on the chopping board, he seemed to say casually: "You go and find a way to hinder our honorable Mr. Ernest, and I will inform his son. "

"Never mind Ernest."

Next to the waiter was a freckled cook. She was cutting the white tendons on the steak with a blade. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com said with a smile, "He went to the back garden with others."

"Backyard? What a bold person."

The waiter sighed when he heard the words, "Also, it's very mindless."

The two looked at each other and laughed in unison.

A normal gathering of young wizards was suddenly turned into a masked ball.

It was a surprise to others, but it was exactly what they did.

Or, they leaked the news of the party to Mr. Ernest, who had a special habit.

Only in this way can their people infiltrate this manor relatively easily.

Then, as long as little Jim and his good friends officially begin to oppress the hapless half-blood, their people can take the opportunity to fight against the same hatred as the same half-blood.

A riot ensued!

In this way, there is the Arthur incident before, and the Ernest Manor resists the riots, and the relationship between the mixed-blood and pure-blood in this city will no longer be buffered!

"Things are best done roundly."

Before the action, the cook said to the waiter, "If we can't let the poor half-blood be humiliated to the extreme, it will be difficult for us to stand up for the resistance that follows."

"If it arouses too many people's suspicion, it will be difficult to promote it afterwards."

"rest assured."

The waiter said in a relaxed tone: "That little Jim who thinks he is smart has formulated three ways to strike, and the last one is mainly based on Martha."

"Even if you don't believe me, you should believe that girl, her mind is more poisonous than snakes and scorpions."

"Even a fiance who grew up together can handle that kind of cruelty."

"Faced with a stranger, you can only pray she doesn't overdo it."

Chapter end