You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes? Chapter 59

Mellen didn't know that he "accidentally" discovered the abnormality of Jim's father, and even involved the existence behind the scenes of everything during this time.

In fact, after sending the adapted story to his teacher, he just left it behind—

What level does he do? He feels that he is still a little boy, so it is better not to try to get involved in the affairs of "grown people".

After all, too much pressure will affect development.

After everything was over, Meren didn't choose to take the rental carriage again, but just carried a sack of harvest and rushed towards the mixed-race association station on foot.

However, there were no more accidents, but he saw a group of wizards fighting on the way. He saw that it would be lively, and then he felt that it was not interesting, so he took a detour away from the battlefield.

During this period, Meren tried to enter the special state given by the boots of wandering gods, and experimented with how long he could use it.

So when he arrived in the bedroom of the Half-Blood Association, he could be sure.

The self who Kevin said could hold on for about five minutes can actually hold on for about half an hour.

Then I felt a little tired.

But this exhaustion comes and goes quickly.

When Merron got out of that state, it felt like his energy began to recover quickly—

The "cooling time" in this regard is obviously linked to physical fitness.

"Then first..."

After experimenting with the boots of wandering gods, Meren couldn't wait to go to the private bathroom of the bedroom and use the mirror to check his fate.

The blank trajectory of fate made him feel completely relieved.

"Fortunately, there are no more moths..."

Muttering, Meren couldn't help showing a smug smile.

"In this way, as long as I don't offend some big bosses that are hard to resist, no one can kill me."

The fate of death was completely avoided, which made Merron very happy.

But he did not forget that he had other things to do.

After leaving the bathroom, he began to sit at the desk and took stock of his gains for the night.

The first is the sack of magic pocket he brought back.

This seems to be a huge sum of money, but each magic pocket has a different "spell lock" attached to it, and it takes some effort for him to take out this wealth.

But it doesn't matter. When something is in hand, it won't fly away by itself?

Secondly, there are 29 green lives left.

These fates Mellon was originally going to use to build up his basic skills, but Mrs. Chelsea said that there is a memory inheritance in the Mixed-Blood Association that can help him directly "build the foundation".

So Melon thought about keeping a part, using a part, and what direction to use it depends on his next needs.

Once again, it was the Wandering God boots worn under his feet, and the little black snake wrapped around his wrist.

The former has a strong effect, the latter does not know how it works, but it will not be weak if you think about it.

It's a pity that no enemy can come to him to deal damage, so there is no way to experiment.

Again, it's the hush money from Kevin tonight.

Half of the money was used for Arthur's running expenses before, and now there are 300,000 grams left.

Counting the 500,000 grams extorted last night, he now has a total of 800,000.

This should be a huge sum of money, but Mellon doesn't know what to do with the money at the moment.

But the more of this kind of thing, the better, maybe one day he will find a proper channel for money, and then use them up quickly?

"But right now, the most important thing is..."

Taking a deep breath, Mellon, who was sitting at the desk, picked up a book, and when the attribute panel appeared, he turned his gaze directly to the fate column, the black fate.

I have gained a lot tonight, but what Melon looks forward to most is the fate that was quietly born after changing his own destiny.

what's it for?

Mellon didn't know, and no relevant hints emerged.

But he felt that since it was born based on himself, this thing should be the most suitable for him, or what he needs the most.

So he didn't pay any attention to it, and Merron directly reached out and touched the black fate on the page.

Then, a dizziness suddenly emerged from the depths of his mind, making him sleepy quickly, and then he fell into a daze and fell asleep on the desk.

Mellen began to dream.

A long dream about the future.

Time passed quietly.

The sleeping Mellon is like a hardworking teenager who has been reading for too long at the desk without consciously falling asleep.

The surrounding environment was quiet, and on a certain street not too far from the Mixed-Blood Association, there were always bursts of magical collisions.

But it seems that because of the defeat of a certain party, it has begun to spread in all directions.

As a result, many rooms in the residence apartment of the Half-Blood Association were lit, and many people were standing at the window, stretching their necks to probe their brains in that direction.

More daring young mixed races secretly went out and ran close to the onlookers.

But it is very late now, and the gleam of dawn even faintly emerges from the sky, which is when a person is most distressed.

Therefore, most of the members of the association are still asleep, and they don't even know that there is a series of ambushes on the street not far from here.

Some people who went to bed early didn't even know how complicated things happened in the city tonight.

So in this wonderful atmosphere that is both quiet and noisy, Mrs. Chelsea came quietly.

Her arrival did not attract anyone's attention, even passing by an old wizard who was vigilant at night, the other party still turned a blind eye.

It seemed that the goal was clear. Once the lady entered the apartment building, she walked to the corner stairs without the slightest hesitation.

After stepping on the stairs to the second floor, she quietly raised her hand and pushed open the door of Mellen's bedroom.

A black-haired boy who fell asleep on the desk came into her eyes.

The young man's posture is very visual, and with the "Wizard's Encyclopedia" still in his hand, he seems to be a good student who is extremely diligent and loves to study. Because he has been reading for too long, he is too sleepy and can't help it. fell asleep.

After experiencing so many things tonight, he should have been very tired, but he didn't forget to study after he came back...

As a teacher, Mrs. Chelsea was stunned for a moment, and the thought of coming over to chat with him also faded.

As soon as he raised his hand, Mellon, who was lying on the desk, slowly floated up, took off his coat in mid-air, and then lay gently on the soft four-poster bed in the bedroom.

The neatly folded blue quilt spread out on its own, covering the black-haired boy's body completely, only his head and his left hand were exposed.

Mrs. Chelsea then came to the side of the bed on Mellen's left, watching Mellen who fell asleep due to "tiredness".

After a moment of silence, she took out the book of secret words and used this medium to explain to Melan as much as she could to say what happened tonight.

So that when the teenager wakes up, he is still worried about his friend named Arthur.

Then she took out a simple-looking dagger and a silver goblet from the cuff of her long dress.

The dagger looks ordinary, and the handle is wrapped tightly with cloth strips, which even looks a bit crude.

Relatively speaking, the silver wine glass is much more gorgeous. Not only is the rim of the glass embellished with gold rims, but there is also a bizarre sculptural portrait around the glass—

A group of angels with wings on their backs and aura of wisdom on their heads held various weapons and suppressed the hideous demons under their feet.

This thing looks very mysterious, but as the owner of the cup, Mrs. Chelsea certainly won't have any thoughts to look at it.

After placing the cup on the bedside table, she stretched out her clean left wrist, picked up a sharp dagger in her right hand, and slowly cut a knife above her wrist.

The tender white skin was quickly cut open, revealing a touch of flesh and blood, and strange black blood quietly flowed out of it, falling into the silver wine glass, tick, tick...

A murmur in some unknown language quietly sounded in the room along with the appearance of black blood.

The sound was not obvious at first, but as there was more and more liquid in the small bowl, the murmur became louder and louder, and even tended to roar sharply.

At the same time, as the black blood in the cup continued to gather, some faintly appeared in it, which seemed to be very scary—

The skeletons piled up into mountains, the sky was scarlet, and a large number of terrifying humanoid monsters that seemed to be scorched walked around the vast scorched earth, biting each other, swallowing, and gathering...

A hellish scene, silently revealing that the liquid in this cup is not a good thing.

And as they continued to leave the body, Mrs. Chelsea's aura became even stronger, and her face became brighter and more beautiful.

However, when a drop of golden blood mixed with a large amount of black blood quietly spilled out of the wound, she quickly pinched the wound and stopped bleeding.

Then, she used a dagger to "pick up" this drop of golden blood that radiated bright light, and dripped it onto the sleeping black snake on Meren's left wrist.

Once touched, the golden blood quickly melted into the snake's body, and then like a flame, it quickly ignited the flesh and blood organs inside the snake one after another!

It's obviously not some modest makeover.

It took the snake less than a second to go from waking up, to struggling, to dying motionlessly.

But as the fiery golden light smoldered and flickered under the scales, its snake eyes changed from dull dead silence to sharpness full of energy.

Standing tall with his head held high, his expression when he swallowed a letter in his mouth was filled with a sense of desolation. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

That demeanor was vaguely similar to Mrs. Chelsea!

But this wonderful sense of déjà vu didn't last long.

As the snake wrapped around Merron's wrist again, its body began to stiffen and solidify, its eyes darkened, and finally, as if it had lost its life, it completely turned into a beautiful black bracelet.

Mrs. Chelsea's face turned pale because of this, and it seemed that she had suffered some serious injuries.

And when she picked up the silver cup, she drank the jet-black blood that kept making a sharp roar inside.

Her legs were even weaker, and she collapsed on the floor beside the bed as if she was seriously ill. Her slender arms wearing elbow-length white gloves supported the floor, and cold sweat was constantly pouring out of her clean forehead.

"If that's what you want, Lydia,"

A weak sneer appeared on her face, "Then do as you wish."

After taking a few breaths, she finally glanced at the little apprentice sleeping on the bed. Mrs. Chelsea grabbed the bedside table with difficulty and got up, and staggered out of Mellen's bedroom.

As a result, the room returned to silence, and the hazy moonlight filtered in from the window, covering the spots on the floor with sweat dripping from the lady's forehead.

Meren was still asleep at the head of the bed, unaware of what had just happened.

Time goes by.

As the darkness of the environment outside the window slowly faded away, a ray of morning light came quietly in the sky, becoming brighter and brighter, illuminating the boy's cheeks as if they were glowing.

As a result, a noisy night was finally over.

But what happened this night did not subside. Instead, it began to ferment and spread, published in many newspapers, and then quickly spread to all corners of the wizarding world.

The sleeping half-blood association also began to quickly regain its vitality.

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