As the sun rises and the moon sets, the sun shines on the lawn, shining with the dew in the green grass stems and leaves.

Mellen, who had woken up early, washed up and rode in a carriage with a suitcase of cash to the door of a church hospital in the northeast corner of Graham.

After watching for a moment, he motioned to the coachman to call a dejected figure to him, and after whispering a few words to the other party, he handed him a stack of bills.

The other party's eyes widened instantly, and then he thanked Melen with surprise, and then rushed back to the hospital without hesitation.

Mellen continued to keep an eye on the street across the street from the hospital.

After a while, he called a second one.

This was followed by the third, fourth, and fifth......

It wasn't until he had squandered all the cash that he returned to the carriage under the complicated gaze of the coachman.

By this time, the carriage was slowly moving through the crowded city, and Mellen in the carriage took stock of his previous harvest.

Last night, he suspected that he might have a "misunderstanding" about such a thing.

But if you want to experiment with its functions, you need to accumulate a certain amount first.

And where will he meet a large number of people who are about to face changes in their lives?

The first thing that came to his mind was hospitals, followed by the polluting factories.

In this era of intensifying industrialization, there are not many poor people who are sick and do not know it, and those who are sick and cannot be cured, so if you want to collect your life, it is not wrong to go to these two places to scatter money.

This is the fastest route and the least hassle-free.

With the ability to "predict", Mellen no longer takes money seriously, and although there is no lottery in this era, there are still stocks.

If you run out of money one day, you can go to the exchange and go around to get back to blood.

"If you can get life by changing other people's fate, then I have written so many books, it stands to reason that it should affect many people...... Why is there no reaction on this? ”

"Is it the reason that the time is too short?"

There are still many places to explore for the newly awakened golden finger, and in the swaying carriage, Melun pondered for a long time and didn't figure out this problem.

After shaking his head, he looked down, and a "panel" appeared on the page in his hand.

[Life: 12]

[Person: 0]

[Skills: Snake Psychic Deduction (Master), Writing (Mastery), Card Magic, ......]

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12 This is not a lot, and Merron found that her golden finger could only see the changes in the fate of others in three days, not in a month, as when she looked at herself.

"Maybe this three-day limit can be upgraded?"

"In other words, if I break my predetermined destiny, will there be a reward?"

There were a lot of ideas, but when he returned to his home study, these doubts were all pressed to the bottom of his heart.

Sitting behind his desk, picking up his quill, Meren prepared to try his hand at writing under the "Stats Panel"—a kind of direction he guessed to use the number of lives.

"I can live to death without illness or disaster."

He wanted to write this sentence on it, but he didn't know what was going on, and his hand was held in the air, and he couldn't put pen to paper.

It was as if an invisible force was dragging his elbow, and he was very resistant to his "rude" request.

Mellen was overjoyed.

If you are not afraid of a reaction, you are afraid that nothing will happen, and if you react, you will prove that you are in the right direction of this attempt.

It's just that you need to lower the requirements......

"Before I was thirty, my life was smooth sailing."

He wanted to write about it again, but it still didn't work.

So the requirements are constantly lowered.

It is not possible to avoid death threats, and it is not enough to tell who died by whom.

After a stalemate, Mellen finally managed to write a paragraph on the page.

"I'll know how I'll die in no time!"

The number of lives dropped from 12 to 2, but nothing else happened.

But then an impulse arose in Merlen's heart, and he got up from his chair, went to the bookshelf on the right, opened the glass window, and pulled out a book.

This is obviously a hint.

However, when he read the name and subtitle of the book clearly, the expression on his face instantly became very exciting.

The Mystery of Oriental Medicine: Whether There Is a Scientific Basis for Death by Venting the Sun

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On the green lawn in front of the manor stands a statue of an angel holding a bottle, and at the moment the bottle mouth is constantly sprinkled with clear spring water.

At this time, Mrs. Chelsea would lean against the window and watch the fountain beat in the sun, and the rainbow on the water curtain would always make her happy.

Now, however, she was silently watching as a maid she had raised knelt in front of her, angrily accusing herself.

"Do you think you can atone for your sins by killing my parents with your own hands and then adopting me with your own pretenses? Isabella, you're such a ridiculous bitch! ”

……

"Sooner or later, fate will punish you, Isabella, and even if I don't succeed just now, you won't end well!"

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"And your disgusting daughter! She pretends to be pitiful every day, but in fact even a dog in the manor has a better conscience than her! ”

……

The richly decorated hall was still full of people last night, and now it is deserted and there is not even a fly left.

Mrs. Chelsea sat on a sofa by the window, and the girl in a black and white maid's dress knelt in front of her, as if pressed against the white floor tiles by an invisible force, her body leaned back, her hands folded and tied behind her waist, her freckled face flushed at the moment, and her eyes were full of anger.

"Remember your life now, Isabella, there's not much left!"

"My family and I will be waiting for you down there!"

"Family ......" chewed on the word, thinking of something from more than a decade ago, and Mrs. Chelsea burst into laughter.

"That's why you just poisoned me in the wine?"

"That's enough to get you to hell!"

"However, I have raised you for seventeen years, and you have never met your so-called family."

"It's like having a dog?!"

Mrs. Chelsea's eyes drooped when she heard this, and she waved her hand without saying anything, and someone next to her stepped forward to escort the maid out of the hall.

"Mom's ......"

The young maid's invective faded away, and a cautious voice rang out from the fence on the second floor of the hall.

As far as the eye could see, a blonde girl with a somewhat pale face was looking over.

"What happened?"

"A farce."

Mrs. Chelsea said nonchalantly: "Go back, Alyssa, your illness is not yet healed, and it is not suitable to think about such frivolous trifles." ”

"But who are Mary's parents?"

The girl's tone was a little apprehensive, and her voice was very different from Mrs. Chelsea's, clear and pleasant, but also weak, and matched with her white and dazzling skin, like a sickly and beautiful swan.

"Two former enemies have died since they gave birth to Mary."

Mrs. Chelsea replied, seeing what her daughter wanted to ask, she suddenly said, "I saw the boy from the Gray family last night." ”

These words made the girl stunned, and then her face turned red angrily, "I, I won't be engaged to him!" ”

She was obviously angry, but because of the weakness in her voice, there was no momentum at all, but she unconsciously released a pitiful feeling.

"If you can make your own decisions." Mrs. Chelsea smiled in response to her daughter's anger.

The girl bit her lower lip when she heard this, didn't say anything, and turned around and left.

The hall was quiet again, and Mrs. Chelsea, who sat on the sofa by the window, smiled and looked at the low table covered with a white cloth in front of her.

There, a goblet filled with fruit wine sits quietly, the liquid glowing with intoxicating blood in the sunlight outside the window.

"Crimson ......"

Muttering to herself what was hidden in the glass, Mrs. Chelsea's face became unpleasant.

Crimson Potions is a very powerful poison in the field of potions, and although she has the means to save her life, it is unknown whether she can survive the toxicity of this intensity.

It is obvious that this was a fatal assassination.

Not long ago, she wanted a drink as usual while looking at the scenery outside. As a result, because it was sent by Mary, I suddenly remembered the lively incident that happened at the banquet last night.

The daughter's fiancé is a wizard, but unknowingly the magic bag was stolen by two ordinary people.

This kind of thing is in line with the special identity of the maid Mary, which makes her subconsciously associate a lot.

So she silently cast a toxin-detecting spell on the glass.

Originally, it was just improvised, but I didn't expect that the feedback of the spell was very abnormal.

That's why the previous scene happened.

However......

Is this really just a revenge operation launched by the maid after discovering the truth about her parents' death?

"I don't think Mary could have had the means to get this level of poison, there must be someone else behind it."

After thinking for a moment, Mrs. Chelsea called the captain of the manor's guard and commanded: "I will let out the wind and refine a dose of the elixir of spitting truth, if that person does not want to be exposed, he will definitely kill people." You've sent someone to keep an eye on the dungeon, and you've got eyeliner in the kitchen. ”

Captain Brady nodded, then bowed back.

Mrs. Chelsea then called another person and said, "Keep an eye on Brady, and if Mary dies, get him under control immediately." ”

The visitor nodded the same when he heard this, and then left silently.

Looking at the ornate empty hall, Mrs. Chelsea thought for a moment, and finally called the housekeeper of the manor.

"Send me an invitation to Mr. Mellen Gilbert, whom I will meet alone tonight."