You call this the mastermind?

Mellen felt that the short, round-faced boy who lived across from him might have some mental problems.

I greeted him kindly, but didn't get any positive response. Instead, my attitude was very bad.

After saying the next sentence, there was a bang, and the little round face with an angry expression slammed the door and returned to his bedroom.

"What an inexplicable person..."

After muttering, Meren didn't take it seriously and went downstairs along the stairs at the end of the dim corridor.

There was a slight change of plan.

He originally wanted to join the meteorological association. The way to join was to pretend to be passing by the other party's members on the street, and then use his third hand to steal things.

Normal wizards would disdain to steal ordinary people's items because they are of no use.

Therefore, Mellen's behavior can be proven without any trace that he is a newbie who has the talent of a wizard but has not been exposed to the wizarding circle.

Conceptually, they still regard worldly things as treasures.

Then, nothing needs to be done.

After understanding the relevant information, Meren believed that with his appearance, those wizard organizations that were particularly interested in appearance would warmly welcome him to join.

Moreover, his wealth is innocent, he is not afraid of investigation at all, and it will not bring any trouble.

This is simply a stock with absolute potential for carrying out the "beautiful man trick"!

This is also true. When he showed a little specialness on the street, the member of the Meteorological Association came over to ask questions, then took him and prepared to take him back to write the application form for the association.

The surprise happened precisely at this point.

Before he had walked a few steps, a little old man appeared out of nowhere. He glanced at Mellen a few times and then started fighting with the member of the Meteorological Association.

They also said that this street is their territory.

Of course, Mellen would not change his mind because of this. After all, his goal was to join the Meteorological Association and get close to one of its members.

I have never considered which organization is larger, has more resources, or has greater long-term development potential.

However, the other party's words convinced him.

It wasn't the words on the surface, but it was whispered to him through a method similar to voice transmission.

"The Meteorological Association is a subsidiary organization of our Half-blood Wizards Rights Protection Association. We also have the resources that their association has. We also have the resources that they don't have."

"After joining our association, I can apply for subsidy funds for you, about 500 grams of ghost dust every month. At the same time, I will provide you with a complete set of equipment that a wizard should have for free, and support you to the greatest extent to enter the wizard school within our ability."

"If you perform well, I can even get you admission to a top wizard school. This is an opportunity that many people can't even imagine. Our president spent a lot of energy to get it. Now I know Not many people have heard this news..."

"What? Still unwilling? What do you like about the Meteorological Association?"

"Spells related to rain... Boy, don't listen to their deception. Do you think their magic can make a city rain heavily out of thin air? In fact, that kind of magic uses a special thing to hold several tons of water. Sprinkle it on the ground and pretend it’s raining.”

"You want that kind of spell? Okay, it doesn't matter. I have some friendship with the president of the Meteorological Association. If you are really interested in their spell, I can help you get it. As long as you join us..."

…

After sneaking into the Meteorological Association, you may not be able to successfully obtain spells from the target, but if other wizards make a relevant commitment, then this matter can be considered.

In addition, Mellen found that although the two sides were fighting over each other with red faces, the member of the Meteorological Association was obviously afraid of the little old man.

Even though his face was sprayed with spittle, he only dared to move his mouth and didn't dare to fight back at all.

There is obviously a gap in status.

So Melen joined the so-called Mixed-blood Wizards Rights Protection Association.

"But where did the old man hear the news and run to rob someone?"

Mellen was still thinking about this question as he left the dormitory corridor and went down the stairs.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for a small character like him to go fishing on that street and attract anyone's attention...

That mysterious Lady Chelsea?

Mellen would understand if her people were paying attention to her.

After all, he had shaken off a bunch of followers not long ago.

And when he came back this time, he didn't do much to conceal his whereabouts.

But what does that lady have to do with an organization like the Mixed Race Society?

There is no reason for her to lead herself to join this organization, right?

How about having such a detour with a small character like him for such a big shot?

There seems to be a lot of doubt about this matter, but the possibility of coincidence cannot be ruled out.

Therefore, Mellen currently does not feel that there is any risk in joining this organization.    …

Mellen was assigned to live in an apartment building with a small overall area.

The first floor is a hall, decorated like a club.

At this time, there were several boys and girls sitting on the sofa in the corner talking about something. Seeing Mellen coming down, they did not say hello, but looked at him with curious expressions.

In this era, there are many more socially anxious people, or socially awkward people, than in modern times.

Meren didn't take it seriously either. After nodding towards these peers, he walked towards an office at the corner of the first floor——

Then Mellen saw the old man who had snatched him here again.

The old man was very thin, wearing an ancient-style linen robe, with long gray hair draped over his shoulders, dressed like a sage.

He seemed to be waiting for Mellen's arrival.

As soon as Mellen entered the door, he was invited to sit on the chair in front of the desk, and a book was stuffed into his hand.

"Take a look at these common sense knowledge first. I am helping you fill out the membership application. After filling it out, I will tell you in detail what the so-called wizards and spells are all about."

"Then I will provide you with a set of standard wizard stuff, including a secret book for wizards to communicate with each other, a magic bag for storing things, a set of wizard encyclopedias, a basic magic wand, and..."

He said a lot in a row, and Mellen was a little confused.

"Uh... don't we need to assess or review anything?"

"That's not necessary."

The old man sitting behind the desk glanced at him as he spoke, "I've been doing this job for almost ten years, and I can tell at a glance what kind of family a person comes from."

"Besides, what do you think is the purpose of our association?"

"To keep warm together?"

"If it's just to keep warm together, why don't we call it an association or a club?"

Merlen wanted to ask something after hearing this, but the other party pointed to the book in his hand, then lowered his head and began to fill in the form.

Family background, educational experience, interpersonal relationships...

Merlen took a quick look and found that all his information was randomly guessed by this old man.

Even the name was randomly filled in as Egg Wilson.

"He really believes in his own vision."

Merlen thought secretly, and then lowered his head to read the book in his hand.

[If there is a tower leading to the sky in the world, then wizards are people who climb up the stairs of the tower. The higher you climb, the wider the world you can appreciate. 】

There is a sentence on the title page of the book.

This seems to fit the path of wizard practice.

However, when Mellen officially opened the first page of the book, he saw no practice methods or magic principles.

[First of all, it needs to be emphasized that this world is magical, but the magic here does not refer to a certain energy or a certain type of gas. ]

…

[Secondly, I personally do not agree with the empty nonsense on the title page. Relatively speaking, I prefer to regard the promotion of wizards as climbing stairs. Every time you climb up a level, the room layout and corridor size you see are different. ]

…

[Based on the above principles, I advise those little fools who are ambitious not to waste their energy to study spells higher than their own level. How can you get things on the second floor when you are in the first floor room? ]

…

[Similarly, if we compare different levels of wizard levels to floors and rooms that go up layer by layer, then if you want to appreciate the spells of your corresponding level, you need to have the key to the room, or be able to use "violent means" to kick open the door of the room. 】

……

[This kind of key was a big and clumsy magic wand in ancient times, similar to the cane we use now. But a hundred years ago, some of our ancestors had improved it...]

……

Here, Mellen is burying his head in a book.

Over there, the silver-haired old butler in a black suit has finished his secret observation of Mellen and came to the study where Mrs. Chelsea was, reporting his observations.

Thank you for the 100-point reward from the book friend who pretends to be powerful but never gets struck by lightning O.O~