Melen thought that the short, round-faced boy who lived across the door from her might have something wrong with his brain.

greeted him kindly, but didn't get any positive response, but had a very bad attitude.

After the next sentence, there was a thud, and the little round face with an angry expression slammed the door back into his bedroom.

"What an inexplicable person......"

Muttering, Mellen didn't take it very seriously, and went down the stairs at the end of the dimly lit hallway.

Plans have changed a bit.

He had wanted to join the Meteorological Society, and the way he did so was by pretending to pass by on the street where the other member was, and then stealing with his third hand.

Normal wizards don't bother to steal ordinary people's belongings because it's useless.

Therefore, Melen's behavior can prove without a trace that he is a little white newcomer who has wizarding talents, but has not been in contact with wizarding circles.

Conceptually, he also regards worldly things as treasures.

Then, there is no need to do anything.

After learning about the relevant information, Mellen thought that with his appearance, those wizarding organizations that were particularly interested in his appearance would definitely welcome him warmly.

And he is innocent, he is not afraid of investigation at all, and he will not bring the slightest trouble.

This is simply an absolute potential stock used to display the "beautiful man plan"!

As it was, he showed a little bit of something special on the street, and the member of the Meteorological Society came running over to ask questions, and then pulled him to take it back and write it down to the application form.

It is precisely at this point that the accident happened.

Before he had taken a few steps, a little old man somehow came out, but after a few glances at Melun, he began to grab people with the member of the Meteorological Association.

Also say that this street is their territory.

Mellen was not going to change his mind because of this, after all, his goal was to join the Meteorological Society and get close to one of its members.

I didn't think about which organization was bigger, had more resources, or had more long-term potential.

However, the words of the other party convinced him.

It's not those superficial words, but through a similar way of voice transmission, quietly Mimi said to him.

"The Meteorological Society is a subordinate organization of our Half-Blood Wizard Rights Protection Association, and we have the resources that their association has, and we still have what they don't."

"After joining our association, I can apply for a grant for you, about 500 grams of ghost dust per month, and at the same time provide you with a complete set of items that a wizard should have for free, and support you to enter the wizarding school we can do to the greatest extent."

"If you do well, I can even get you admission to a top wizarding school, this is an opportunity that many people can't think of, our president wasted a lot of energy to get it, and now there are few people who know the news......"

"What? Still not willing to do so? What the hell do you like about that meteorological association? ”

"Spells related to rain...... Don't listen to them, boy, do you think their spells can make a city rain out of thin air? In fact, that spell is to sprinkle a few tons of water on the ground with a special thing, pretending to be raining. ”

"Do you want that kind of spell? Okay, it doesn't matter, I have some friendship with the president of the Meteorological Association, and if you are really interested in their spells, I can help you get them. As long as you join us......"

……

Infiltrating the Meteorological Association may not be able to get spells from the target, but if another wizard makes a commitment to do so, then the matter can be considered.

In addition, Melen found that although the two sides were arguing, the members of the Meteorological Society were obviously afraid of the little old man.

The spittle on his face that was sprayed only dared to move his mouth, and he didn't dare to fight back at all.

There is a clear gap in status.

So Meren joined the so-called Half-Blood Wizard Rights Protection Association.

"But where did the old man hear the news and ran to rob people?"

As she left the hallway of her dorm room and descended the stairs, Melen was still thinking about it.

It stands to reason that a small character like him can't attract anyone's attention if he goes fishing on that street......

The mysterious Lady Chelsea?

If it was her who was keeping an eye on herself, Meren would be understandable.

After all, it wasn't long ago that he got rid of a bunch of henchmen.

And when he came back this time, he didn't hide his whereabouts much.

But what does that lady have to do with an organization like the Half-Blood Society?

There's no reason for her to lead herself to join this organization, right?

That kind of big guy, as for making this detour with his small character?

There seem to be a lot of doubts about this matter, but it cannot be ruled out that it is a coincidence.

So Mellen doesn't feel that he has any risks to join this organization at the moment.

……

Mellen was given accommodation in an apartment building, which was small in size overall.

On the first floor is a hall decorated like a club.

At this time, there were several young men and girls sitting on the sofa in the corner and talking about something, and when they saw Melun coming down, they did not say hello, but looked at him with a very curious look.

In this era, there are far more people who are socially fearful, or socially poor, than in modern times.

Melen didn't care about this, nodded to these peers, and walked in the direction of an office on the corner of the first floor—

Then Meren saw the old man who had snatched him here again.

He was a very thin man, dressed in an ancient linen robe, with long gray-white hair and a shawl, dressed as a sage.

He also seems to be waiting for Mellen's arrival.

As soon as Meren entered, he was ushered into a chair in front of his desk, and a book was stuffed in his hand.

"You take a look at this common sense knowledge first, I'm helping you fill out the application for the club, and then I'll tell you exactly what the so-called wizards and spells are all about."

"Then I'll provide you with a set of wizards' standard stuff, including a book of secret words for wizards to communicate with each other, a magic bag for things, a wizard's encyclopedia, a basic wand, and ......"

He said a lot in a row, and Mellen was a little confused when he listened.

"Uh...... Isn't there an assessment or review or anything? ”

"There's no need for that."

The old man sitting behind the desk glanced at him as he spoke, "I've been doing this job for almost ten years, and I can tell at a glance who comes from what family." ”

"And, what do you think is the purpose of our association?"

"Huddle for warmth?"

"If it's just a group, why don't we call it an association or a club?"

Meren wanted to ask something, but the other party pointed to the book in his hand, and then lowered his head and began to fill out the form.

Family background, educational experience, interpersonal relationships......

Mellen took a look, good fellow, and found that all the information was the old man's writing.

Even the name is filled in with Egg Wilson.

"He really believes in his own vision."

Mellen thought to herself, then looked down and flipped through the book in her hand.

If there is a tower in the world that leads to the sky, then a wizard is the one who climbs the ladder of the tower and keeps climbing upwards. The higher you climb, the wider the world you can see. 】

On the title page of the book is the following sentence.

This seems to fit the path of a wizard's practice.

However, when Melen officially opened the first page of the book, what he saw was that there were no cultivation methods or magic principles.

[First of all, it needs to be emphasized that this world has magical power, but magic here does not refer to a certain kind of energy, or a certain type of gas. 】

……

[Secondly, I personally don't agree with the empty nonsense on the title page, relatively speaking, I prefer to think of the promotion of wizards as climbing stairs, and each time I climb a floor, I see a different room layout and the size of the corridor. 】

……

[Based on the above principles, I advise those little fools who are so ambitious not to waste their efforts to study spells that are higher than their own. You're in a room on the first floor, how can you get something on the second floor? 】

……

[Similarly, if we compare the different levels of wizards to the floors and rooms that go up the ladder, then if you want to appreciate the spells of your corresponding level, you need to have the key to the room, or be able to kick the door of the room with "violent means". 】

……

[This kind of key, in ancient times, was a kind of stupid and stupid magic wand, similar to the walking staff we use now.] But now, some of our ancestors have improved it......]

……

Here, Mellen is immersed in a book.

Over there, the silver-haired old butler, dressed in a black suit, had finished his secret observation of Mellen and came to the study where Mrs. Chelsea was, and reported what he had observed.