MTL - You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes?-Chapter 54 Good people are rewarded Mellen

Today's night was extraordinarily long and full of hustle and bustle.

When Merron finally got rid of the group of enthusiastic wizards of the same age, he found that Arthur had quietly left here.

This made his mind a little complicated.

But then, he thought of what the other party said before—

The deal ends here, he can go get that life-saving necklace!

"Hopefully there won't be any other weird ways to die."

With this anticipation in mind, Mellon hurried towards the Meteorological Association station with the suitcase that Kevin had given him earlier.

There was no accident, and when he arrived at his destination, it was easy to get the necklace and matching magic.

"I thought you were just good looking, but I didn't expect that your ability was so good."

The one who kept the family heirloom necklace for Arthur was the middle-aged sorcerer who robbed Meren from the Feng Assessor on the street.

When he handed the iron box containing the necklace and the magic book to Melon, he sighed and said:

"It's not so easy for the Felix family to get connected. We have studied it for a long time before, and the final customized plans have all been abandoned."

He also apparently heard what happened at the banquet.

"Unfortunately, if I had put more effort into it, maybe you would be ours now..."

"Everyone is a half-blood wizard, there is no need to distinguish between you and me."

He took the life-saving thing in his heart excitedly, and Merron smiled at the other party on the surface.

"I have only been in contact with the wizarding world for a few days. If there is any difficulty in the future, I still need a lot of help from seniors like you."

"Instead, I think that one day you will help us in turn, and it won't be too long."

The middle-aged wizard named Edward replied with a smile, and was very grateful for Merron's humility.

"correct."

After a few more polite remarks, Merron handed the item wrapped in a handkerchief to him on the way.

"This is the price that Arthur and I agreed to in advance. I'll ask the seniors to help him. I didn't see anyone else just now."

"Okay? He didn't mention this."

The middle-aged wizard waved his hand and said, "So if you want to pay, you're better off—"

The words stopped abruptly.

Watching Merron unfold the handkerchief to reveal the three blue keys inside, the eyes of the meteorological association instructor named Edward widened involuntarily.

"Where did you get so many...so many..."

His words even stuttered a little, which made Merron look a little surprised.

Three keys, representing 300,000 grams of ghost dust, he thinks this is a lot of money, but not too much, right?

After all, he is also a mentor of the association. Why does this one seem to have never seen so much money before?

He corrupted 500,000 grams of Kevin last night, and he never saw "Old Feng" get so excited?

"It's my reward from Kevin of the Felix family."

Strange inside, on the surface Melon explained: "You keep it, Arthur may use it when he returns."

Hearing this, the middle-aged wizard was startled, then suddenly raised his head to look at Meren, his expression changed instantly.

"That child is in trouble again!?"

"is it serious?"

"I'm not so sure."

Merron said hesitantly: "So if he wants to run away, the money should be enough as a toll."

Arthur seems to be involved in some kind of accident again. He can't say exactly what will happen, and he will contact Mrs. Chelsea to discuss it later.

But at the very least, it would not be wrong to send the unlucky ghost a little to run away in advance—

A total of 600,000 grams of hush money earned tonight, although he got it while trying to test Kevin, but without Arthur, he wouldn't be able to earn this money.

So giving half of it to the other party, Meren has nothing to give up.

In fact, he still doesn't know how much the purchasing power of this ghost dust is, and he hasn't encountered anything that needs money.

Even if you want to copy the previous method of throwing money to earn your life, you still don't know where to throw it.

So you can imitate Jack Ma's words unceremoniously, Mellon is not interested in money, he has no concept of money.

If you need money, can you just go and earn some more?

…

Mellon made this decision very casually, but to others, it means something completely different.

The middle-aged mentor named Edward was silent for a moment, and then said nothing.

After carefully putting away the three keys in the handkerchief, he bowed deeply to Meren.

"Since that incident, no one wants to be friends with Arthur. You are the only one who still cares about his safety. I thank you for that child."

"It's really nothing."

Mellon said while patting the black iron box he was holding under his arm, "The things here are more important to me."

What he said was true, but the middle-aged wizard didn't know how important that necklace was to Meren, let alone that it was worth such a huge sum of money.

So he thought it was just a rhetoric, but he was even more moved when he heard the words.

"If someone wants to target you, he will definitely be punished."

Watching the back of Merron leaving, the idea flashed silently in the middle-aged wizard's mind, then he had a serious expression on his face, and hurried towards the depths of the association.

Arthur is the key training target of their association. Although his reputation has been ruined because of the previous incident, he has lost his temper, but the senior management of the association still cares about him very much.

After all, countless people used to have high hopes for him, and now he is indifferent, but he is angry, and when he is annoyed, he will become decadent when he encounters setbacks.

So now I heard that Arthur might have an accident. Of course, the middle-aged wizard who was Arthur's childhood mentor could not assume that nothing happened, and he was ready to report to the president of the association as soon as possible.

"It is said that the president of the Mixed-Blood Association will arrive in Graham tomorrow. We'd better contact that lord first, just in case."

He thought silently as he walked, "Absolutely can't let Arthur get hurt again."

…

On the other side, Mellen, who hurriedly left the Meteorological Association, turned around and forgot about throwing money away.

After calling a four-wheeled taxi, he headed back towards the Half-Blood Association.

However, on the way, Merron did not sit still, but first put the suitcase Kevin gave him at his feet, and then opened the iron box with a little excitement.

An exquisite sapphire necklace caught his eye.

In addition to this necklace, a hand-written magic book is quietly being pressed against the bottom of the box.

Putting the chain on his neck first, Meren opened the magic book and looked at it.

Relevant news then emerged -

[Are you consuming a bit of life and learning the skill - Water Rolling Spell? 】

…

In my mind, the number corresponding to the green destiny changed from 34 to 33 immediately.

At the same time that a related memory appeared in Mellen's mind, there was a little change in the column of fate -

【5, 33, 1】

Merlen was startled by this, and then overjoyed.

This last fate is different from the first two colors. It is pure black, which is obviously more advanced than green and gray.

But that's not the point.

The point is, the appearance of this fate seems to prove that he has successfully changed his future destiny!

"Changing the fate of others will gain fate, and you can also change yourself."

He can be sure of that now.

"Unfortunately, there is no mirror now, and there is no way to see exactly whether or not my future death has disappeared..."

While muttering like this, Meren didn't regret anything.

I can't see it now, can't I see it when I return to the association?

Not in a hurry either.

As for the purpose of this black life, Meren didn't want to use it now, and also planned to wait until he went back to experiment.

but…

Looking at the 33 green fates in the middle of the fate column, Meren suddenly thought of something.

"I destroyed the conspiracy attacks of those unknown enemies and changed the fate of some young wizards. Correspondingly, I should also change the fate of those enemies, right?"

"Why don't you see a reaction here?"

"Didn't the teacher say that they were already dead, and those who were caught were caught, didn't they escape a few?"

"Could it be that their original destiny was to be caught dead and caught?"

Because someone came to touch porcelain before, Melon didn't have time to read the fate of everyone at the banquet.

Now that I realize this, I feel something is wrong.

So he thought about it, took out his wand, and stuffed it into his third hand, allowing himself to enter the wizard's vision.

The surrounding environment became much gloomier as a result, a pale and wet female ghost face was blending into the wooden carriage, with a dull expression, staring at Melun without blinking.

That look was both gloomy and eerie.

Every time I entered the wizard's vision, I could see these ghosts, but it was the first time that they were so close.

Merron glanced at it sideways, then raised his wand and poked at the man's dripping nostrils.

A sense of blockage and friction, as if it really stabbed someone's nostrils, was quietly transmitted to his hand through the wand, which surprised him.

"Feel sorry."

Merron then coughed dryly and said to the face, "I thought you were dead, you couldn't touch it at all."

There was no response, and the female ghost's expression was still dull.

It's just that those darkened eyes were always staring at Melun, as if the head of a dead man had been forcibly pressed into the carriage.

Combined with the grunt of the wheels rolling on the ground outside, it seems to have a very horror movie atmosphere.

Merron was a little uncomfortable because of this, so he simply turned his head away and ignored the other party.

Then, his eyes turned to his left hand.

After changing someone's fate, he can "peep" this person through a mysterious thread.

Melon discovered this when he was in the Mixed-Blood Association, and he also used this ability to see his teacher swimming.

And now, he intends to use this ability to check whether he has affected one of the enemies in the past.

After all, this is about the rules for obtaining fate.

Just this look made Merron a little surprised.

The dark golden silk thread corresponding to Mrs. Chelsea was still quietly tied to the little finger of his left hand.

In the void in front of the left hand, a "group" of green silk threads rolled slowly like **** of tangled wool, as if they were constantly approaching Merron's left hand.

But every time the ball of wool moved closer, it would be bounced off by the dark golden thread, as if repelled.

Or... don't think they deserve to be side by side with it?

This phenomenon is a bit strange, but this ability makes Merron puzzled, so he is too lazy to study this kind of thing without the slightest clue.

After raising his wand and poking it into the "wool ball" for a few times, he saw a few brown-red silk threads looming in it.

"So, the previous numbers already include my change in the fate of some enemies?"

The reddish-brown silk thread is obviously more advanced than the green one, which Merron has determined.

So he stretched out his invisible third hand and touched one of them, intending to peep at the enemy.

This was originally just a random act of Merron, curious about what the group of enemies was doing now, but didn't want to get any effective information.

After all, this ability is limited by personality, and he can't actually see wizards higher than himself.

However, the next picture that passed into his mind surprised Melen a bit.

…

"Ambush halfway? This is using us like donkeys!"

In a dimly lit bedroom, a human-shaped "Mosaic" was sitting at the desk by the window, writing a paragraph on the surface of the Book of Secret Words with a quill in his hand.

Melon couldn't see his appearance, but this text message was clearly seen...

"How long have we just escaped capture? Half an hour!?"

"There's no way. If we don't take advantage of the Chelsea lady's lack of manpower, we'll have no chance after tonight."

A reply came from the other side.

"Don't you want revenge on that bastard?"

"I want to think about it." The humanoid mosaic replied: "But I actually want to take revenge on that Kevin..."

"Just go dream!"

The opposite said unceremoniously: "The direct son of the Felix family, how can people like you and me get revenge when you say revenge?

"If someone takes out a treasure at random, I'm afraid they can kill you directly!"

"Then we can take revenge on that bastard, can we succeed?"

"At least it's more likely."

"I don't think so."

Humanoid Mosaic replied: "Let's not say that people may have gone back, even if he is still on the way, we estimate that it will be difficult to retaliate against him."

"Why do you say that?"

"I always thought that bastard, kind of like the hunter we met before, the hunter who chopped off Mark's head..."

"Like is like, unlike is not like, what is a bit like?"

"It was so dark at that time, and that guy's sword was shining brightly again. It would be nice if I could see a shadow!"

"That's just like that. It's not like you don't know the details of that kid. How old is he? How could he be an intermediate hunter?"

"Right…"

The humanoid Mosaic was obviously persuaded, "If it's really an intermediate hunter, even if the boss encounters it, it is estimated that it will not benefit, let alone tell us to ambush that guy."

"Speaking of the boss, this time he will actually follow us to ambush."

The opposite responded: "Basically, the remaining people will go, and we will strive to make a hit."

"The boss will also go?"

Seeing this action, the humanoid mosaic paused, and after a moment of silence, slowly wrote a paragraph on the page.

"You know, most of our people died, but before the mission, it was an accident. They left most of their family assets and identification marks..."

"That's a huge fortune. If someone took advantage of us to ambush ~www.novelbuddy.com~ and ran to steal something..."

"what do you mean…"

The other side understood in an instant, and the "tone" was obviously heart-wrenching.

"But just the two of us, it's unlikely to do it..."

"If you don't try, how do you know it won't work?"

Humanoid Mosaic replied: "Basically all staff are dispatched, even if there are a few guards left, they are not our opponents at all."

"This is a huge opportunity!"

"But in case the boss puts those things on him..."

"Even if he hides some particularly valuable ones, there will be many less valuable ones. The boss's magic pocket is big, but it's not too big to be boundless!"

"What if you are hunted down after that?"

"It's good that the boss isn't caught by that Mrs. Chelsea, how can there be any spare energy to hunt us down?"

"And this garbage organization uses people as donkeys, and I don't want to stay here for a moment!"

"Um…"

The man on the opposite side didn't respond for a while, obviously pondering.

Mellon also "looked" thoughtfully at the window next to the human-shaped mosaic desk.

The scenery outside the window is dark, but vaguely, you can still see a little familiar...

There is no useful information after that.

After withdrawing from this perspective, Merron recalled the scene he had seen before, and then looked at the suitcase at his feet with the boots of a famous thief in the wizarding world.

A thought suddenly flashed in my mind.

Although I was in a hurry to go back to deal with some things, how did that sentence come about?

What God does not take, is to be blamed.

When luck breaks out, God will reward you with this opportunity, if you don't take advantage of it... is it a bit of a disgrace?