Because the firstborn of destiny has come, He will exalt the light of truth that drives out lies, takes away the sickness and death that deceives all beings, and restores the world to its original appearance—

The Future of the Original Sacred Scriptures: The Third Prophecy of the Disciples

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On the outskirts of the port city of Graham, the United Kingdom of Blackthorn, an elegant manor house surrounded by neat green grass is very lively at the moment.

The sound of violins wafted, and a large number of waiters were busy shuttling back and forth between the kitchen and the reception hall.

Under the elaborate ring chandelier, gentlemen in tuxedos and white shirts invite a lady in a wide-brimmed gauze hat to dance on the dance floor.

More guests gathered around the dance floor in pairs and in groups to talk about topics of interest.

Their voices are generally soft, but when there are more people talking, it inevitably forms a buzzing sound.

Accompanied by the continuous music around her, Mrs. Chelsea frowned.

She didn't like the atmosphere, and even though she was hosting the party, she still didn't like it.

"Don't have fantasies about so-called social situations, people who are not so much looking forward to making friends with you, but want to do whatever they can to drag you into the bushes in the back garden."

Not long ago, she used this phrase to refuse her daughter's request to attend a party.

It was evident that the daughter was unhappy with this, and that the adolescent girl had begun to take an interest in the bushes in the back garden – and that was the main reason why Mrs. Chelsea was so guarded against her.

A young girl who is entangled in the turmoil of growing up is easily tempted, especially if there is a "big killer" in the banquet hall.

Thinking about it, Mrs. Chelsea unconsciously glanced at a figure in the distance.

The man was sitting at a table in the corner of the hall reading a book, and the dim light made his features slightly hazy, but the haze revealed a mysterious beauty.

silently, but it attracted the attention of the ladies and ladies around him.

However, if you look closely, you can find that there is a touch of immaturity in the other party's elegant and three-dimensional face - black short hair and blue eyes, obviously fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as her daughter.

It's not normal for this age group to attend this kind of social dinner, but since you can be invited, there is a reason for it.

Mellen Gilbert.

His father was a wealthy local real estate businessman, and his mother was a well-known writer and thinker in China, who was involved in organizing the sensational women's voting rights movement and was influential among women across the country.

In addition, he has an older brother in the family, who runs a newspaper in the city, and is said to be very capable.

Of course, if this is all the case, it is not enough to say that this teenager is a big killer, and there are many more young people like this kind of young man with a good family background and outstanding appearance, Mrs. Chelsea.

In fact, this Mellen has a little-known identity under the surface, that is, a famous domestic fairy tale writer.

According to Mrs. Chelsea's research, this Mellen began his writing career at the age of seven, and has published seventeen books so far, each of which has had an extraordinary influence on children at home and abroad.

And her daughter happens to be a book lover of this one, and she is still very fanatical, so it can be said that she grew up reading this book.

It's just a simple book lover, but the problem is that my daughter didn't know where to find out about the idol living in a city with her a while ago, and even revealed that she wanted to visit.

Fortunately, Mellen's identity as a writer was not revealed, and Mrs. Chelsea was able to invite her daughter to come and see the situation before she acted.

This look startled her.

Originally, she thought that the writer who could write that kind of childlike meaning must be an experienced old gentleman, but she didn't expect that the age was even one year younger than her daughter!

This has to be guarded against-

To say that for a normal aristocratic family, it is not difficult to accept to let such a young talent come into contact with his daughter.

After all, the current era is no longer the age of blood-only theory in the early years, the rise of the bourgeoisie has shattered the impact of the rule of the old aristocracy, and the pride of the knights and lords has long been washed into the dustbin of history by the torrent of industrialization.

But Mrs. Chelsea's family is not a normal aristocratic family.

It's a pure-blood wizard family.

They live not on worldly assets and glorious family histories, but on magic in their hands and supernatural knowledge in their heads.

It can be said that what Mrs. Chelsea can see, and what ordinary people can touch, are completely two worlds.

A lion may be able to deign to make friends with an ant, after all, if an ant can get into the lion's eye, it is certainly not a simple ant.

But to say that a lion goes to unite with an ant?

This kind of thing is simply unthinkable.

That's Mrs. Chelsea's mindset.

And her daughter, because of her age, has not yet fully formed this concept.

So I had to guard against it.

However, you don't have to take long......

Retracting her gaze, Mrs. Chelsea then looked under an ornate load-bearing pillar not far from the hall.

There, the butler was leading a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old to wait quietly.

That's the fiancé she found for her daughter.

is also from a pure-blood wizard family, and the family is a good match, which is a good match.

……

Mellen's brain hurt a little at the moment.

This is not because of the noise around him like a heat wave, but because he has completely awakened the memories of his past life when he just read a book.

That's right, it's Awakening.

Looking back at this time, he was very sure that he had traveled from Earth to this place similar to nineteenth-century Europe when he was a mother.

At the beginning of the time-travel, his brain was obviously unable to contain the massive memories of the information age of his previous life, so most of the memories were sleeping deep in his body at the beginning, slowly merging as he grew older.

This gave him a lot of whimsical ideas since he was a child, and those ideas were combined with "indigenous thinking" and "vented" with writing.

So Melen became famous early and became a genius writer.

In the past, he didn't really know where the endless inspiration came from.

It wasn't until just now that the only remaining part of his memory finally surfaced, and he completely woke up and understood that he was a time-traveler.

"And it's a time-traveler with a golden finger."

The young man in the corner thought to himself, and when he looked at the book in his hand, he was full of scrutiny.

The book, titled "The Inheritor of a Mysterious Legacy", tells the story of an American-like country that became independent from its suzerainty a hundred years ago after acquiring a powerful weapon left over from the civilization of the previous era.

According to Mellen's understanding, the historiography community is not sure that there have been other civilizations in this world.

So it's clear that this is a pastime to pass the time when you're bored.

However, at this moment, the black text in the preface of the book is slowly wriggling, twisting and changing towards another appearance-

[Life: 0]

[Person: 0]

[Skills learned: Writing (proficient), Violin (proficient), Piano (beginner)]

……

This seems to be a "properties panel".

What is the number of hits?

What about the person?

How is it that what I learned in my last life is not reflected?

I'm still a theological genius in my life, and the school teachers often praise it, but I don't even have it?

Mellen was at a loss for this "panel".

It's just that before he could ponder the rules, a unique attraction faintly emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Following this feeling, he saw a brown-haired young man not far away, also in the corner, leaning against the wall of the hall, with a sad expression.

Mellen knew each other as an introverted young man from a family of magicians named Garcia Parker.

However, because of his age, he did not have in-depth contact with the other party, and only remembered that the other party was a quiet and shy person, which was very unsuitable for the work of a magician.

At this moment, when I looked at the past, I didn't find anything special in the other party.

But on the book in Mellen's hand, or under that panel, a new line of text emerged—

[In three days, Garcia Parker will travel to the New World with his parents, and he will never have the opportunity to meet Winnie Kate, the aristocratic lady he has been secretly in love with for a long time, which will make him regret it for the rest of his life. 】

……

The New World is the continent where the "United States" described in the book in my hand is located, and because of the distance, people who go there rarely have the opportunity to come back.

As for Winnie Kate.

The name caused Melen to turn her gaze to the other side of the banquet, a fat figure talking to a group of young people.

"This guy's aesthetic is really extraordinary."

After thinking about it, Melen put down the book in his hand, walked to the brown-haired young man and whispered something to him, and then ignored the other party's suspicious appearance and walked towards the fat lady's group.

"Sorry to excuse me,"

In the southeast corner of the lively banquet hall, Melun, who was pretending to be passing by, suddenly stopped in front of the group of people, "Are you discussing photography?" ”

"Uh, that's right."

Someone responded, a little surprised by the appearance of the big boy in front of him, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"I recently heard about a way to make a developer out of coffee and salt, but I never tried to verify it."

Mellen lied and said, "Maybe you've heard of this method too?" ”

"Coffee and salt?"

Several people were stunned by this remark.

"How is this possible?"

"Where did you hear that?"

"All I know is that coffee and salt are meant to be eaten......"

Photography is not popular in the current era, and the camera is as heavy as a wooden case, requiring very tedious steps to get a picture.

Melen didn't really understand this, but that didn't prevent him from casually turning up a few keywords in his head and daring to run and talk.

Accosting this kind of thing is very scary for social fear, but it is not difficult for people like Mellen.

As long as there is a proper excuse to insert into the conversation, and no trace to guide the topic, he will naturally be able to become friends with others.

For example, right now, with a few words, Melen has successfully integrated into the topic of this group of people.

Within five minutes, the conversation shifted from photography to magic—an area where brown-haired young Garcia Parker, who had been behind Mellen's ass before, was an area of expertise.

So while Mellen lied about going to the bathroom and stepped out of that circle, Garcia Parker was already stumbling to explain the bluffing tricks to the fat lady he had been secretly in love with.

A few new lines of text emerged from Mellen's book.

[You rewrote Garcia Parker's fate]

【You have gained a life count X1】

[You can use the number of lives to randomly draw one of the opponent's skills in the normal way]

……

[You can also explore this number and try to use it in other realms]

……

"Randomly drawn?"

The number corresponding to the number of lives was gray, and when Melen reached out and touched it, the gray instantly burst out of the page, wrapped around and merged into Merlen's fingers.

A strange sensation of bone distortion was born from his hands, and with it, a memory came to mind.

【You have obtained Solitaire Magic (Mastery)】

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"How convenient is it?"

The knowledge in his mind seemed to have been learned for many years, and he remembered it very profoundly, and when he moved his ten fingers, he found that his hands were obviously more flexible, as if they had been exercised for a long time.

Meren couldn't help but look at the banquet hall at another figure who was attractive to him.

It was a noblewoman in a black waist-cinching evening gown, who looked no more than thirty years old, fair-skinned, with long gorgeous blond hair coiled high, and a delicate lace gauze hat fashionable for the era.

At this moment, she was sitting on the sofa not far away, talking to a young man with blond hair opposite, with an elegant demeanor and a calm expression, one hand dignified on the table, the other hand holding a goblet glass, elbow-length white velvet gloves looked particularly dazzling in the bright light.

She was the host of the banquet, Mrs. Isabella Chelsea.

Although Melen is not socially afraid, he is not actually interested in this kind of social banquet, and he can be invited to come because of Mrs. Chelsea person.

Mrs. Chelsea was very beautiful, sitting on the sofa like a water snake, her expression and demeanor when she spoke were full of a calm and calm strong woman temperament.

Very much in line with Mellen's XP.

Mellen felt that if you wanted to choose a first girlfriend in this world, there was no one more suitable than this lady.

It's just that when he looked at the other party, the words that appeared on the page in his hand made him feel very stunned.

[Isabella Chelsea, who came from an ancient and mysterious family, did not suffer many setbacks in her upbringing, so there is a great deal of conceit in her character, which is obviously not a good quality. 】

……

[Tomorrow at noon, Isabella Chelsea will be assassinated for her arrogance.] 】