You call this the mastermind?

The hall where the masked ball was held was filled with people. No matter how hard the violinists around the fence on the second floor tried, they could not suppress the chaotic noise under the background music.

The piano player in the middle of the dance floor did not have such troubles, because it had become a place for several young wizards to show off their skills - they did not raise their hands to play, but the keys moved automatically.

It was obviously a delicate operation of the third hand. One after another very difficult songs were played, which attracted applause from the men and women around.

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

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

"Let me be frank. The flying broom is a defective product and should not be sold in the first place!"

Merlen was in a small circle of only four or five people in the hall at the moment, watching with great interest the two young wizards arguing over a new 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. If you are blown down by the wind, can you survive?"

A young brown-haired wizard said angrily: "For the sake of money, Blackstone Company dares to import anything from outside. Don't they know that this is playing with the lives of wizards!?"

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

The one arguing with the brown-haired wizard was a thin boy with a crew cut. He said with contempt: "Broom flying is an exciting competitive sport, not for traveling at all. If you want to travel safely, why don't you take a ghost carriage?"

"Of course I know that flying brooms are not for traveling. So what I am talking about is actually this so-called competitive sport. There is no need to introduce it from outside! It is simply a crime!"

"Murder is still a crime. Do you want to ask those big guys to ban it?"

"One is a legal and blatant crime, and the other is an illegal beating. ? "

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

"Why can't there be a flying broom that is both safe and exciting?"

Seeing that they were arguing more and more fiercely, Melen on the side interrupted and said, "Wouldn't this be the best of both worlds?"

"What are you talking about in your sleep?"

The brown-haired boy who advocated banning flying brooms was surprised to hear this, "It's just a broken broom, how much magic do you want to attach to it?"

"And this also needs to consider the conflict of runes. What if the two rune chains of flight and protection conflict during operation, and there is an explosion, do you still want your butt to be destroyed?"

"Pedantic! This is actually not impossible."

The thin wizard who loves flying brooms retorted, "Wear protective gear on the lower body, and then carry something like a hot air balloon, so that it doesn't matter how it explodes."

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

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The good thing about covering your face with a mask is that no one can find a newbie like Melen who is mixed in.

Asking a stupid question and being despised, he turned around and walked to another circle, and turned into a mysterious "big boss".

So he listened to this small circle for a while, and when he lost interest, he went to another small circle.

Then the third, the fourth...

After going around like this, it didn't take long for him to roughly 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 life. It's similar to the mentality of prospective college students who have finished the college entrance examination and are on vacation in the previous life."

Melen made a judgment on this.

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

However, seeing that the time has almost passed for an hour, he didn't see the little yellow-haired man sending people to make trouble.

After accumulating power for so long, he was a little suspicious. Is the other party going to use a big move next?

"So, where did Arthur go?"

After walking around and not seeing the figure with a strong presence, Melen was a little worried that this guy would encounter an accident.

But thinking that he was a wizard of a much higher level than himself, he thought that it would be better to worry more about himself.

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

However, he had just sat down when a respectful voice suddenly came from the side.

"Good day, sir, do you need dessert?"

"I'm a little afraid of tooth decay, so no, thank you."

Mellen answered without raising his head.

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

But then, Mellen suddenly reacted, something was wrong with this matter -

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

What surprised Mellen even more was that when he looked up in the direction of the sound, there was nothing there except a golden lamppost close to the wall!

"What the hell..."

Mellen 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 wrong - Reeves Bunch, who was about to apply to enter the Empire's Royal Wizarding Academy, was supposed to have an infinitely bright future. But now, he has participated in this dangerous masked dance]

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

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[As one of the waiters serving the Ernest family, Hasel has become accustomed to the daily work in the family, but he never imagined that this job was about to kill him. 】

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

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As I stared at each strange or semi-unfamiliar figure, corresponding information emerged from the book one after another.

Mellen's expression became more solemn.

If just one, or one or two wizards were about to die, he would still think that maybe that little yellow haired man was doing his best and gave him a cruel move.

Then he rose up in resistance and killed several of his enemies and comrades.

But now he looked around and found that at least ten young wizards here would die, and more than twenty would be disabled as a result, which would affect their lives.

"Obviously I can't be that powerful..."

Mellen is very self-aware.

And if this matter is really related to him, then there is no way that his fate line will not change...

But even though he was sure that he had nothing to do with it, Mellen still felt bad.

This was not because there were dead people here, but because he found that he seemed to have turned into Conan unknowingly.

Went to attend Mrs. Chelsea's party and met Mrs. Chelsea who was about to be assassinated.

I went to join the Mixed Race Association and met the little girl Lily who was about to die tragically...

Now I ran to participate in the trap set by the enemy. As a result, I seemed to be fine, but a large number of people around me died...

"Is it possible that as long as you are a time traveler, you cannot escape this kind of thing?"

Referring to the many online articles he had read, Mellen was a little skeptical about life.

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"His location has been determined with a whispering spell."

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

"Don't pay any attention to Ernest."

Next to the waiter was a cook with freckles on her face. She used a blade to cut the white tendons on the steak and said with a smile: "He went to the back garden with others."

"Back garden? What a bold and unrestrained person."

The waiter sighed after hearing this, "Besides, it's very brainless."

The two looked at each other and laughed in unison.

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

This came as a surprise to the others, but in fact this was exactly what they had done.

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

Only in this way can their people sneak into this manor relatively easily.

Then, as soon as Little Jim and his good friends officially started to oppress the unfortunate mixed-race, their people could take the opportunity to resist with the same hatred as the same mixed-race.

A riot ensued!

As a result, with the Arthur incident before and the resistance riots at Ernest Manor later, the relationship between mixed-blood and pure-blood people in this city will no longer have a buffer!

"Things are best done well."

Before taking action, the cook and the waiter said: "If the poor half-breed cannot be subjected to extreme humiliation, it will be difficult for our subsequent resistance to be tenable."

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

"rest assured."

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

"Even if you don't believe me, you should believe that girl. Her mind is more poisonous than a snake or a scorpion."

"Even my fiancé, who I grew up with, can be so cruel."

"With a stranger, you can only pray that she doesn't go too far."

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