Compared with the lively banquet hall, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse outside, and it is very quiet.

Outside the metal fence at the end of the manor's lawn, rows of horse-drawn carriages are parked under kerosene street lamps at the gate.

The corresponding drivers are gathering in twos and threes to smoke or chat, and the second-hand smoke scurries around them with mosquitoes.

One of them, seeing Meren walk out, hurriedly smashed his empty pipe, then got up and hurried over.

"Young Master Melun, do you want to go back?"

"yes, I don't want to be here for a moment."

As she spoke, Mellen boarded her private carriage with a slight vague step.

After a shout, the carriage rushed to the other side of the city, driven by the driver outside the carriage.

Looking through the glass window at the brightly lit manor behind him, Mellen in the carriage turned around, seemingly closing his eyes and recuperating, but in fact felt the changes in himself.

Through memory, he was able to know that the so-called snake sect psychic deduction method is a kind of psychic secret technique that ordinary people can use, and its main role is communication.

However, compared to ordinary psychic rituals, this secret art has a much larger range of communication, and is not limited to living beings or dead souls.

Unfortunately, because of the large amount of ritual materials required to use it, Meren was unable to experiment with the specific effects of this precious knowledge at this time.

However, after the master-level ability was endowed, Merron's body had some special changes by the way, which was very intuitive at the moment-

He felt as if he had a third hand, and it was his brain that connected to his body.

It's a wonderful feeling, but it's also very uncomfortable.

Because when Meren wanted to control the third hand, he couldn't use it at all, as if his arm was numb.

There was no mention of what was going on in the corresponding memory in my mind, and it was clear that the existence of this third hand was beyond the scope of psychic knowledge.

However, when the carriage arrived in front of the gate of a classical villa, Melen was a little thoughtful, but the specific effect had to be experimented.

……

After mooring the carriage in a fixed position, the coachman began to take care of the horses, and a middle-aged maid had been waiting quietly at the side, and when she saw Melun get out of the carriage, she hurriedly carried a cold cloak to meet her.

At the same time, the other maids in the villa also began to get busy.

Prepare bath water, bedding, check the bedroom for mosquitoes, and prepare for supper......

Mellen, who has long made money by writing books, is not poor in this world, and his parents in this life are not themselves at the bottom of society, and their daily life cannot be said to be luxurious, but it is enough to be called exquisite.

In the past, Mellen didn't feel much about this situation, but now it's a little awkward after completely awakening the minds of modern people, but she didn't resist.

"Madame has sent back a letter, Master Merlen, and a letter from one of your pen pals."

A servant whispered as he entered the living room. So Melun, who was about to enter the bedroom, turned around and went to the study.

His study is exquisite, decorated entirely in mahogany, with rows of glass-windowed bookshelves embedded in the walls filled with books.

Because it was spring, the fireplace on the left side had been closed, and the whole room was filled with the smell of camphor.

Under the watchful eye of the painting of a noble lady hanging on the wall behind her, Melen sat down in the only chair in the study, and then looked at the two letters on the surface of the desk in front of her.

The first letter was sent by the mother of this life.

As a progressive woman with a forward thinking, she is not the kind of person who obediently stays at home and teaches her children, and is now running around abroad for women's rights.

Considering that it is not convenient for women to go out alone in the current era, the father of this life naturally accompanies him.

To put it simply, for the sake of ideals and love, it is too much for these two to stay at home for a month all year round.

At the moment, the content of this letter is nothing special, just some trivial daily life, but at the end it is mentioned that it will bring him a surprise when he comes back next time.

But what exactly the surprise was, the letter did not mention.

Old Riddler.

Pouting without any sense of anticipation, Melen looked at the second one.

"Juliana ......"

Saying the sender's name, Melen couldn't help frowning

After opening the letter, I looked at the contents of it, and my face was full of disgust.

Because of the lack of entertainment, he used to make pen pals through the paper address book issued by the city post office when he had nothing to do.

The letter was now from one of his pen pals.

However, for some reason, Melen is not interested in Juliana, the pen pal she met a year ago, and usually if she is not in a good mood, she doesn't even bother to deal with the other party-

But now, he could do some experiments while replying to the letter.

Feeling the existence of the "third hand" in her mind, Mellen's mind moved, and a quill inserted in the inkwell in the corner of the desk instantly floated out of it.

Yu shook the ink at the mouth of the bottle, and the quill flew to Mellen's chest.

At the same time, a piece of white letter paper had already floated out of thin air from the drawer, dangling under the quill.

[Dear Ms. Juliana......]

With the stroke of the pen tip, lines of delicate small characters exuding the smell of ink gradually appeared on the blank stationery.

[Although I don't have much hope for you as a person, I didn't expect you to be so stupid, which really refreshes the lower limit of my perception of you.] ]

……

[I have already said one hundred and eighty ...... about the management of subordinate employees]

Under Mellen's gaze, the white quill pen automatically writes on the letterhead, occasionally flying back to the inkwell to draw new ink.

So after a while, a letter was written.

"Should it be called telekinesis? Or is it called the Mage's Hand? ”

After "dropping" the quill, Mellen began to think about it.

That's right, the "third hand" in his head is this kind of thing.

Presumably a special ability that is spontaneously derived from the stimulation when the skill is granted, or it may be the ability to awaken the brain after being stimulated a lot tonight.

It wasn't clear what its upper limit was for the time being, as he felt that the hand was still continuing to "grow", or that it was still adapting to the body.

But this performance alone is enough to make Melen rethink his future.

There are such extraordinary professions as wizards in this world.

Then, as I thought before, the pursuit of worldly status and influence is not the right path......

Thinking of this, Mellen's mind suddenly moved.

"Since I can see what happens to other people."

"So, can I see myself?"

As soon as this idea was born, it inexorably occupied most of his mind.

As the old saying goes, if you count people as yourself, it is difficult for a doctor to heal himself, and intellectually Mellen feels that it should be impossible to see his fate.

But on the other hand, as an earthling, he knows that practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

It just so happened that the maid knocked on the door outside the door and claimed that the bath water had been placed.

So Melen picked up a book and walked towards the bathroom.

Then, in the bathroom, he used a mirror to see two lines of information about his future.

[Tomorrow night, you will have your first contact with the mysterious realm of this world, which will make you full of hope for your future]

……

[At the end of this month, you will die]

……

"Death?"

Mellen was stunned.

He has lived in this world for more than ten years and has not encountered a few major events, why did he just awaken Goldfinger and die soon!?

Is it because of the reason for coming into contact with the so-called occult realm?

But it's not going to die, is it......

After a pause, Mellen squatted in the bathroom and began to think carefully.

"From the existing clues, there are two possible directions."

"Death due to one's own causes, and death due to others."

"Either this Goldfinger has a hidden curse or something else that will kill me. Either that, or the abilities I gained from Goldfinger will kill me. ”

"The so-called snake sect psychic deduction method made me bleed a bunch of nosebleeds when I got it, and it was a master, who knows if this is pulling out seedlings to help ......"

"If it's someone else's fault, that's what I did last night."

"It's obviously not a big deal to help the tool man No. 1 bubble fat girl, so ......"

Faced with the death crisis, Melen was a little panicked, but still calm.

So immediately afterward, he realized that it was completely useless for him to be foolish now.

"It cannot be ruled out that the cause of my death was something that was going to happen in the future."

"So I should thoroughly investigate the source of the problem first, otherwise it's just a headless fly."

"But how do you check this?"

"Hmmm......"

Absentmindedly looking at the attribute information on the book in his hand, a thought suddenly popped into Merlen's mind.

The so-called number of fortunes should be related to fortune-telling and destiny abilities.

When used for "lottery", will it be putting the cart before the horse?