The hall where the masked ball was held, and the violinists around the fence on the second floor couldn't suppress the noise to the background music, no matter how hard they tried.

The piano in the middle of the dance floor was not a bother, as it had become a place for a few young wizards to show off their skills—the keys were moving automatically before they could raise their hands to play.

It was clearly a delicate manipulation of the third hand, and the very difficult tunes continued to play, drawing occasional applause from the men and women who surrounded them.

However, relatively speaking, there were only a few young wizards gathered in the music circle, and most of them gathered in small groups according to their respective topics of interest, completely ignoring the theme of the banquet.

This can also be seen from the side, wizards with absolute power do not need to pursue extreme etiquette to make themselves appear higher than ordinary people.

"I'll just make it clear, the flying broom is a defective product, and it shouldn't be sold in the first place!"

Meren was now mingling in a small circle of four or five people in the hall, watching with interest as two young wizards arguing over a new product in the wizarding world.

"10,000 meters in the air, there is a heavy fog next to you, there is no protection at all, you ride on a broom and rush forward, do you really want to be blown down by the wind and still survive?"

A brown-haired young wizard said with an angry expression: "The Blackstone Company really dares to import anything from outside for the sake of money, don't they know that this is a joke with the life of a wizard!?" ”

"You obviously don't understand, that's what flying is all about."

Arguing with the brown-haired wizard was a thin boy with an inch of hair, and he said in a disdainful tone, "Broomstick flying is an exciting competitive sport, not for rushing at all. If you want to travel safely, why not take a ghost carriage ride? ”

"Of course I know that flying broomsticks aren't for traveling. So what I'm talking about is actually this so-called competitive sport, and there is no need to introduce it from the outside! That's a crime! ”

"Murder or crime, do you want to also shout for those big people to ban it?"

"One is a legitimate blatant crime, the other is an illegal and cracked act, and you think it's the same thing!?"

"Is it really illegal? Are you sure?? ”

"Why not have a flying broom that's both safe and exciting?"

Seeing that they were arguing more and more fiercely, Mellen interjected on the side: "Wouldn't this be the best of both worlds?" ”

"What are you talking about?"

The brown-haired boy who advocated a ban on flying broomsticks was shocked when he heard this, "Just such a broken broomstick, how much magic do you want to attach to it?" ”

"And this also has to consider the conflict of runes, in case there is a conflict between the two rune chains of flight and protection during operation, and there is an explosion, do you still want your ass?"

"Petropolitan! It's not impossible. ”

The emaciated wizard who loves flying broomsticks retorted: "Put on protective props on your lower body, and then carry something similar to a hot air balloon, so it's okay to explode." ”

"As for the problem that the broom is too small......"

……

It's good to cover your face with a mask, and Mellen is a budding newcomer mixed in there, and no one can find out at all.

What foolish questions were asked, he was despised, turned his head to another circle, and turned into a mysterious "big guy".

So his small circle listened for a while, and after not being interested, he went to another small circle.

And then the third, the third......

After going around like this, it didn't take long for him to roughly figure out the basic situation of the young pure-blood wizards in Graham City.

"They are generally not stressed and looking forward to the rest of their school career. It is similar to the mentality of prospective college students who completed the college entrance examination in their previous lives and spent the holidays. ”

Mellen judged this.

In fact, ever since entering the banquet hall, Mellen has been on the lookout for possible provocations and conflicts around her.

However, seeing that the time was almost an hour away, I didn't see the little yellow hair send someone to find fault.

After accumulating power for so long, he was a little suspicious, did the other party want to make a big move next?

"So, where did Arthur go?"

I didn't see that very present figure after walking around, and Melen was a little worried about whether this guy would encounter an accident.

However, thinking that he was a wizard with a much higher level than himself, he felt that it was better to worry more about himself.

After asking the waiter for a book, Meren went to a couch in the corner of the hall, intending to open the book to see if the fate of any lucky wizard was about to change.

However, he had barely sat down when a respectful voice suddenly sounded next to him.

"Good day, sir, do you need dessert?"

"I'm a little scared of tooth decay, so I don't need it, thanks."

Meren replied without looking up.

He thought it was a waiter passing by, so he didn't pay much attention.

However, immediately after, Melen reacted suddenly, something was wrong with this -

With his senses strengthened by the master breathing method, he didn't even notice anyone approaching?

What made Mellen even more stunned was that when he looked up in the direction where the voice came from, there was nothing but a golden lamppost clinging to the wall!

"What the hell......"

Mellen frowned.

And when he opened the book in his hand and observed the fate of the people around him, he saw more things wrong-

[Reeves Bunch, who was about to apply for admission to the Royal Wizarding Academy of the Empire, should have an infinitely bright future, but now, he participated in this secretly dangerous masked ball]

……

[Next, he will die in a vicious and mysterious conflict.] 】

……

As one of the attendants serving the Ernest family, Hassel has become accustomed to the daily work of the family, but he never imagined that this job was about to kill him. 】

……

[The young girl who came to this social dance with her friends did not realize the danger here, and as a result, she would lose her legs forever......]

……

As you gaze at the unfamiliar or semi-unfamiliar figures, the corresponding information emerges from the book one after another.

Mellen's expression became more solemn.

If there was just one of them, or one or two wizards who were about to die, he could still think that maybe it was the little yellow hair who did something bad and gave him a cruel trick.

Then he fought back and killed several of his enemies and comrades.

But when he looked at it now, he found that at least ten young wizards here would die, and more than twenty would be disabled for the rest of their lives.

"I obviously can't be so powerful......"

Mellen was very self-aware and thought.

And if this matter is really related to him, then it is impossible for his fate line to remain unchanged......

It's just that despite being sure that she has nothing to do with it, Mellen's mood still turns bad.

It's not that it's because it's dead, but because he finds himself seemingly unwittingly transformed into Conan.

Go to Mrs. Chelsea's banquet and meet that Madame is about to be assassinated.

Go to join the half-breed association and meet the little girl Lily who is about to die tragically......

Now he is running to participate in the trap set by the enemy, but he seems to have nothing to do, and a large number of people around him are going to die......

"Could it be that as long as you are a traverser, you can't escape this kind of thing?"

Referring to the many online articles he has read, Mellen is a little skeptical about life.

……

"He's been identified with a Murmuring Charm."

In the kitchen at the back of the manor, a young waiter, when he placed the silver plate in his hand on the board, said in a seemingly casual manner: "You go and find a way to hinder our venerable Mr. Ernest, and I will inform his son." ”

"Don't bother with Ernest."

Next to the waiter was a freckled cook, who used a blade to cut the white tendons on the steak and said with a smile, "He went to the back garden with someone." ”

"Back garden? What a bold person. ”

The waiter sighed when he heard this, "Moreover, he is very brainless." ”

The two looked at each other and laughed in unison.

What was a normal gathering of young wizards was suddenly changed to a masked ball.

It was a surprise to others, but it was actually what they did.

Or rather, they leaked the news of the party to Mr. Ernest, who had a peculiar fetish.

Only in this way can their people infiltrate the manor relatively easily.

Then, as soon as little Jim and his best friends officially start bullying the hapless half-blood, their people will be able to fight against the same half-blood.

Then a riot ensued!

In this way, with the Arthur incident in the past, and the rebellion at Ernest Manor in the back, there will be no buffer between the half-blood and pure-blood in this city!

"It's better to do things to perfection."

Before the action, the cook and the waiter said, "If we don't let that poor half-blood suffer the ultimate humiliation, it will be difficult for us to resist the resistance that follows us. ”

"If it arouses too many suspicions, it will not be easy to publicize afterwards."

"Don't worry."

The waiter said in a relaxed tone, "That little Jim, who thinks he is clever, has formulated three ways to strike, and the last one is based on Martha. ”

"Even if you don't believe me, you should believe that girl, her mind is more poisonous than a snake and scorpion."

"Even the fiancés who grew up together since childhood can be that ruthless."

"When confronted with a stranger, you can only pray that she doesn't go too far."