You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes? Chapter 63

Mrs Chelsea clearly has a lot to do.

At the beginning, I "returned" Merron several times, but seeing that he did not mention any urgent matters, he kept asking questions, and the reply speed became slower and slower.

In the end, he even told him to pay less attention to those things that have been eliminated by the historical process, which is of no real use.

Because the kingdom of heaven and hell, and even the Holy Spirits, have faded with the tide of magic, and they have disappeared.

As for the Fountain of Heaven, Madam thought that it was a very distant thing for Meren, no different from some ancient myths and folklore.

Mellon was a little depressed because of this.

Under normal circumstances, her thinking is not wrong.

However, Melon clearly remembered that in his dream, the so-called magic tide had reappeared in this world.

Since the magic tide will appear in the future, the Holy Spirit and the kingdom of heaven will naturally recover.

No, or in other words, in the last segment, it is very likely that the one who talked to the lady was a resurrected Holy Spirit!

However, in the face of the former world overlord, the top-level existence overlooking everything in the clouds, the future self is actually on the mother...

This analogy is very appropriate, because Madam mentioned that in history, when the Holy Spirit wrote religious books, he affectionately called the fountain of heaven as our holy and great mother...

"I don't believe that I am the kind of person who offends a group of big bosses for bad fun."

Sitting at the desk, Mellon pondered the matter.

"Even if my strength in the future is invincible, I won't do this kind of wretched behavior that hurts others and not oneself. If nothing else, it would be too embarrassing."

"What's more, judging from the last picture, I was obviously knocked unconscious, and I wasn't invincible at all, let alone bad taste."

"So, the future me must have done that kind of thing for some necessary reason, and even risked my life for this..."

Thinking of this, Meren frowned.

He couldn't figure out why he would do such a strange behavior.

This incident will obviously only happen in the very distant future, and what happened during the period is completely difficult to say.

After all, let alone the Holy Spirit now, I haven't even seen the shadow of the magic tide.

Even according to the first picture, the sacrifices made by the true believers, the so-called magic tide... should just show signs of it?

Where did this clue come from?

Melon unconsciously thought of a wonderful existence - Child of Destiny.

Or, he thought of what the bishop named Luca claimed, that Destiny Child revealed a big secret to them.

"Does everything stem from this secret revealed by Child of Destiny?"

Mellen thought about it.

He had doubted himself before whether he was the child of destiny.

After all, the function of his golden finger is inseparable from fate, and being able to see through the target's fate line is simply a bug.

However, now, this speculation is obviously not reliable.

His family knew about his own affairs, and he didn't even know much about wizards. How could he possibly know any big secrets?

Even if he knew the secret, judging from what he had foreseen, he felt that it was impossible for him to tell others.

What kind of magic recovery, world chaos, etc., how can there be a quiet and wretched development?

With the existence of Goldfinger, he doesn't need to mess up the world and take advantage of it...

Mysteries are puzzling, but without extra clues, no reliable conclusions can be analyzed at all.

This seems to end there.

Merron looked at his attribute panel, then ran to the bathroom to see his destiny.

After confirming again and again that there are no other changes, I began to think about whether to use my fate to draw a lottery to enrich my means.

However, before he could make a decision, there was a sudden knock on the door.

It was accompanied by a greeting from a little girl.

"Aren't you awake yet, Iger?"

This was obviously Lily's voice, and Meren was stunned when she heard the words. Naturally, she remembered the girl's future destiny and her hidden "royal" status.

"I'm sleeping," he responded.

When the girl heard the words, there was no movement, but then, without Melon flipping the door lock, the lock inside actually moved on its own.

The crack of the door cracked open, and a small head came in from the outside with a curious look on his face.

"I heard that you did something big last night?"

This little guy is obviously very thick-skinned, and he is not at all embarrassed to open other people's bedroom doors without authorization.

But to say she was rude, she knew in advance to knock on the door and ask...

Mellon felt a tinge of consolation.

The girl's facial features and image are full of immaturity and innocence, completely different from the girl in the dream.

It can be seen from this that the war that opened the seal of the magic tide is probably still several years away from now.

"It's not a big deal."

Thinking about the future in his mind, on the surface, Mellen responded humbly, "And I'm just a errand."

"No one else says that."

The little girl blinked.

"Everyone has seen the news last night in the newspaper, and now they are gathering below to discuss, and there are several pure bloods coming to you."

"What do you want me to do?" Merron raised an eyebrow.

"Make friends, or want to invite you to a banquet or something."

Lily said: "There is also a pure-blood named Mike, who seems to be very famous. He ran early in the morning and said that you saved his life last night. He had to come to thank you."

Mike?

Merron was stunned for a moment, then remembered that this guy seemed to be the short wizard who had duel with him at the banquet.

Afterwards, the two were still running together.

The guy was "allergic" to snakes, and he did help him at that time, but if you say saving your life, it's not even called...

A little puzzled, Meren stood up, put on his coat, and walked towards the door.

"The president's grandfather and a fat man from the Meteorological Association are also waiting for you in the living room."

When passing by the girl, I heard her say casually: "They said, you gave someone a lot of money last night."

"Who did you listen to?" Merron asked casually.

"Everyone is saying, it's spread all over the place."

The little girl pointedly said: "I didn't expect you to be so rich..."

"That is in the past."

Mellon sighed, "We experienced something last night. In order to prevent Arthur from the Meteorological Association from having an accident, I gave him all my belongings."

"You can be so stupid?" Lily doubted.

"How can this be called stupid?"

Merlen looked at each other in surprise.

"How miserable Arthur is, everyone knows that if he encounters another unfortunate incident, I doubt whether he will run to commit suicide. So although we have only known each other for a short time, in order to save a life, it is worth paying more. You know, life is priceless..."

A wave of moral blows successfully suppressed some of the girl's careful thoughts, making her look depressed, but she couldn't say anything.

Merron nodded with satisfaction, then walked towards the stairs.

Of course he couldn't bear the 300 grams of ghost dust when he was already rich.

But he felt that he saved the other person's life, and no one knew about it.

He never does anything that suffers, so in the face of the little girl who came to ask for money, he still didn't plan to "repay the money".

Go down the wooden stairs.

As soon as he arrived on the first floor, Meren saw the short wizard named Mike, who was "touting" what happened last night with the people around him.

"At that time, I escaped from the banquet hall with Iger, and on the way, I met an enemy disguised as a guard."

In the hall, the short wizard was surrounded by a group of people, half of his body was bandaged, and he looked seriously injured.

But he was very energetic, and his voice was very loud.

"In order to avoid being passive, I first made a move on the enemy, but as a result, he had a counterattack protection spell on his body, which made me faint in an instant."

"Then what? Is it Iger who repelled that guy?" Someone in the audience asked curiously.

"How is that possible? That is a third-level wizard. Iger is still an apprentice like us, and of course he can't beat him."

The short wizard said: "But I'm sure that Iger was very loyal to lure the enemy away, otherwise the enemy will definitely give me a blow, and of course I won't live now."

"You know, the enemy showed his face at that time, so if he doesn't want to be exposed..."

If you don't come, I will forget you.

Mellon was a little embarrassed to hear that.

So seeing that he was talking vigorously, and the people around him were listening attentively, Merron walked silently towards the living room—

The president of the Mixed-Blood Association suddenly arrived, but he didn't feel any surprise, because the inspector Feng had mentioned that the president would come over a few days ago.

Just didn't say it was so fast.

And now, since the other party was already waiting in the living room, of course Merron couldn't be dawdling outside, otherwise it would seem too disrespectful to others.

With this thought in mind, Meren stepped into the living room.

Then he discovered to his astonishment that an old man sitting here was the one in his dream who proposed to push Lily to the throne!

The vice-chairman Victor was also there at the moment, so under his introduction, Melon knew that this was the president of the Mixed-Blood Association, Jacques Rancière.

This made Merron couldn't help but think a little.

From the outside, the Mixed-Blood Association is just a third-rate organization that vigorously develops the "public relations department", and as a result, the people who make trouble can't stand it.

However, whether it was the provocation of the enemy behind the scenes before, or there was a descendant of the imperial royal family hidden in the association.

Even some senior officials of the Ministry of Magic in the dream looked at the old president with a faint fear...

It can obviously prove that this mixed-race association is not simple.

In other words, this rather old-looking president is not simple.

With such a perception, Meren behaved very honestly.

However, in the ensuing conversation, what puzzled him was that this not-so-simple old president's attitude towards himself seemed a little... strange?

Chapter end