You call this the mastermind?

"Master Mellen, please walk slower!"

Under the scorching afternoon sun, an anxious voice sounded in the square in front of the train ticket booth.

The young servant carrying two black suitcases, wearing a newsboy cap and a linen shirt, hurriedly chased the young figure who was walking quickly through the crowd in front of him.

Unfortunately, his voice was obscured by a train whistle, so that the young man in formal clothes in front of him didn't even hear what he shouted.

But even if he heard it, Mellen would not slow down.

Because he was in a hurry to queue up at the ticket booth to buy tickets.

In other words, running away in a hurry.

Although he had not obtained any more information before, the strange way of death made him certain that he must have died from a man-made accident rather than his own fault.

That being the case, how long will it take if we don’t run?

As for the foreknowledge that tonight he would be exposed to the mysterious realm of the world, Meren didn't take it seriously.

He thought it might be that Mrs. Chelsea thought of his intentional or unintentional reminder after experiencing the assassination, and wanted to repay her.

It's just that the lady is Melen's main suspect. It's too late for him to hide, but he doesn't want to get close to her, lest he get deeper into trouble——

Anyway, with golden fingers, Meren is not afraid of missing this opportunity.

There is no big deal before life and death. He is still young now. As long as he survives the calamity of death, everything will be easy.

By the way, you can also test whether Golden Finger will react if you change your destiny.

"But if you can't avoid death after running to other cities, then it won't be the cause of what happened last night."

While secretly pondering, Meren had already reached the end of the long queue in front of the ticket booth window, and then waited patiently.

…

Graham, where Mellen is located, is not a small city.

It is an important transportation hub in the southeast of the kingdom. It connects overseas trade to the outside world and serves as a transportation transfer station internally.

Therefore, transportation is much more developed than other cities.

There is not only a 24-hour train station, but also two airship floating ports -

That thing is like a large hot air balloon. It doesn't sail very fast, but it's comfortable to ride. You can also see the vast scenery of the earth during the trip.

If there is nothing urgent, taking an airship is the first choice for wealthy people.

It's just that Mellen has not forgotten how airships were eliminated in the history of the earth in his previous life, so he never rides on that thing.

However, in this day and age, taking the train is actually not a good thing.

Apart from anything else, the smell of urine in the open square in front of the ticket booth is enough.

As you move forward at the end of the queue, you can still smell the smell of low-quality perfume around you, as well as bursts of body odor coming from all directions.

Someone spit on the tiled floor in front of him, and Meren's feet in high-top leather shoes accidentally stepped on it, making it slippery and making his face darken immediately.

My mood became very bad, and the noise around me was very noisy and humming.

The most obvious thing is that on the other side of the square, a thin old man wearing a gray linen robe was shouting something to the people around him.

When passing by after buying the ticket, Mellen listened to a few words and found that the other party was promoting some kind of weird remarks.

The son of destiny is about to come, and the gospel will hang over everyone.

"What bullshit?"

Mellen, who was in a not-so-good mood, sighed secretly and was too lazy to listen any more. He took the train ticket he finally bought and went to a bench at the end of the square and sat down.

While waiting for the train to arrive at the station, the young servant carrying two suitcases next to him was still nagging that he should go to the queue. You see that your coat is stained with dust, which is not decent at all.

"I was wrong."

Mellen apologized sincerely, "I shouldn't have been brave."

So the servants became frightened instead.

This evil old society.

Just as he was sighing, a calm and clear greeting suddenly came from beside him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Gilbert."

The voice sounded familiar, and Mellen turned around in confusion.

A silver-haired old man wearing a neat black formal suit, a pocket watch on his chest, and dressed as a servant was standing beside him silently, upright, holding a cane, and with a humble smile on his face.

"Butler Fox?"

Mellen was startled.

He had met the other party yesterday, and he was a servant of Mrs. Chelsea. It was the other party who ran to invite him to the banquet last night.

"Madam is going to invite you to the manor tonight as a guest."

Seeing that Melen recognized him, the silver-haired butler respectfully took out an invitation letter from his arms and handed it to Melen. The white gloves set off the silver-rimmed letter, which looked very formal.

"I hope you can make it to your appointment on time."

"this……"

Hearing this, Melen showed a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"I am honored to receive an invitation from Mrs. Chelsea again, but my Uncle James suddenly fell ill, and I had to rush over quickly to help take care of him..."

"As far as I know, your uncle died five years ago." The steward smiled and said, "Died of late syphilis."

Melen's mouth twitched when he heard this, and then sighed: "Well, actually I accidentally broke my father's favorite ancient statue of the sun god, so I had to take refuge at my aunt's house before he came back. …”

"Five hundred years ago, Pope Chapman VII organized the Crusaders to destroy the last stronghold of the Sun God Church on the Island of Re, and personally smashed a statue that had been worshipped by the sect for generations. Afterwards, the statue was reassembled."

The housekeeper said: "It is now stored in the lady's manor. If you need it, I will send a servant to deliver it to you."

"That's too expensive, I can't accept it."

Merlen waved his hand hurriedly, "I'd better go to my aunt's house and visit her by the way. I haven't seen her for a long time and I miss her."

"If you insist..."

The housekeeper thought about it, turned around and called a servant who was waiting quietly behind him, and whispered something.

So not long after, a quick whistle and a loud bell suddenly rang on the bell tower not far from the ticket booth.

A group of police officers in blue uniforms rushed in quickly and began to disperse the surrounding crowd without saying anything.

The cordon was pulled up, the window of the ticket booth was closed, and a steam train that was about to start was stopped.

Passengers were driven off the train, either at a loss or cursing, and then were roughly driven out of the cordon by the police.

In a blink of an eye, the station square that was originally bustling with people became very empty.

In the silence, only the smell of urine and residual body odor were still floating silently.

"Graham City's first and second floating ports will also be closed in the next half hour."

"It will be more troublesome to close the dock area, which will take about an hour, but if it is just to restrict ships from receiving traveling passengers, it will not take more than ten minutes."

Under Mellen's stunned gaze, the silver-haired butler said respectfully: "If necessary, we can also cut off the main land roads and prohibit horses and vehicles from passing."

God damn if necessary.

Mellen didn't know what to say.

I just don't want to see your wife, you have to be like this?

Moreover, Graham is an important trade transit station in the kingdom, with an astonishing daily cargo throughput, which can be said to be related to the economic lifeline of the eastern part of the kingdom...

You just said to seal it?

That Lady Chelsea, actually has such great power?

Melen was caught off guard by this.

He had a deep impression of Lady Chelsea, a young woman, but most of it came from her beauty and temperament.

Melen actually didn't know much about her family and influence.

He probably only knew that the other party was a powerful person in the city, who held banquets every now and then, and invited guests from the mayor to detectives, and seemed to like socializing very much.

Last night, because he drew special skills from the other party, in addition to this impression, he also added the label of witch.

But Melen actually had no idea what level Lady Chelsea was at.

And subconsciously, he felt that the other party might not be a very powerful character.

After all, if she was really a very powerful guy, how could he possibly get in touch with her?

So he basically didn't hesitate when he decided to run away this time, and he didn't cherish the other party's possible gratitude.

However, what he saw now proved that his judgment was completely wrong.

Although the housekeeper only showed the lady's power in the secular world, who can be sure that the secular world and the wizard class are completely separate?

Mellen does not believe that in this kingdom, Lady Chelsea is the only wizard who can do whatever she wants without any scruples.

And since there is more than one wizard in the secular kingdom, she, or one of her butlers, can still do this, and act so recklessly for a trivial matter, which can only prove one thing...

"Please tell the lady,"

After taking a deep breath, Mellen stood up solemnly and took the invitation letter handed over by the other party with both hands, "I will be on time."

"I hope you can understand that what we did just now is not a threat to you,"

The butler said apologetically: "But to prove to you that compared to visiting your aunt, the lady's invitation is more important to your future development."

"Of course," Mellen responded seriously, "I fully understand your good intentions, butler."

"Then, I look forward to your arrival."

The butler bowed to him, then turned around and left with a cane.

The police officers responsible for interception and vigilance also left together.

So not long after, the empty station quietly resumed operation.

The train chimney started again with billowing smoke, the conductor returned to the ticket booth, and the noisy crowd gathered again.

They were discussing what had just happened in doubt.

Some guessed that they were arresting important criminals, some guessed that they were searching for some dangerous items, and some even guessed that Her Majesty the Queen came to Graham and was hiding secretly to understand the people's sentiments.

"Police, rich people, nobles, kings! They are like a group of maggots, greedily swallowing the bodies of the righteous people who were eroded by lies and becoming more and more rotten. Every time they chew, they will cheer loudly!"

The gray-robed old man who was preaching was reluctant to leave the square before, so he faced a very rough experience. Now that he was free, he shouted with anger.

"But the future of the maggots will never be good! ! Look, the righteous people who are deeply persecuted by lies, the son of destiny has come! He will punish those who are greedy..."

The hysterical roar from behind became weaker and weaker, and Mellen had hurriedly left the ticket square with his servants.

After returning home by public carriage, he thought carefully and took the book that predicted the cause of his death with him.

Mellen had already thought about it. Since he couldn't avoid the problem, he would face it directly!

Since Mrs. Chelsea insisted on inviting him, he would slap the book in front of her after he came over.

See what she says!