You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes? Chapter 139

You call this the black man behind the scenes? 139 Irregular Voters

The teacher's process of possessing the body tonight will not be smooth.

The news made Mellen couldn't help but think about it.

But in contrast, he was actually more surprised at why his new vest had such a wonderful ability.

In other words, why is it so capable when it was just born?

"Maybe the number of supporters is just one of the factors, but not the whole thing?"

The speculation flashed through Mellen's mind.

Standing at the window balcony, I carefully looked at the figures of some busy servants in the manor outside, and did not find that the power of the vest was activated again.

But when he looked out at the towering municipal clock tower in Graham City outside the manor, a new reminder slowly emerged—

[As the mayor's secretary of Graham, Queller Vinson likes to spit on the mayor's teacup in private. 】

[What he didn't know, however, was that he had unfortunately contracted tuberculosis while kissing his fiancée not long ago. 】

[Therefore, his bad habits will bring disaster to the whole municipal building...]

"Looks like a low-profile fate prediction?"

Merron pondered this as he narrowed his gaze.

But I don't know if it's an illusion. He always feels that this kind of prediction... a bit strange?

After pondering for a while, Meren asked a servant passing by outside the guest room for a brass-colored monocular, then walked out of the guest room, and climbed up to a towering guard post on the border of the manor under the surprised eyes of some guards. tower.

You can look far from the top of the tower, and you can see half of the city of Graham.

Indistinctly, you can still see the dock area where a large number of ships are moored, and the vast blue sea outside the dock.

Pulling out the shrunk telescope and looking at the various buildings in the city, more information came into Mellen's eyes one after another.

[Algernon, the owner of Henry Clothing Store, likes his lamb very much, and will sleep with it every night, completely ignoring the dissatisfied complaints of his wife beside him. 】

[His son Reed was very curious about this, and decided to hug this sheep while his father was away tonight, to test its wonderful charm. 】

[As the captain of the Seagull, Benjamin, who is single but rich, will visit his neighbor's house every time he returns from sea and have a tryst with the hostess next door. 】

[He thought he was doing this very secretly, but he never imagined that every time he visited, the male host next door was peeping in the dark. 】

[Simmons, the contemporary head of the Ernest family, is a wizard with a unique hobby. In recent days, he was exhausted because of his frequent oppression by his wife, so he decided to go out tonight, vomit bitterness to his lover, and pour out his heart . 】

[But what he doesn't know is that tonight, his lover's fiancée is visiting there...]

"What kind of privacy gossip peeping ability is this?"

When he narrowed his eyes, Meren was quite surprised.

Is the so-called Voter of Destiny such a wretched identity?

After looking at it for a long time, he didn't see anything relatively serious. It seems that this ability can only capture this kind of weird gossip...

Merron was very speechless about this, and even his sense of the so-called Primordial Truth Religion unknowingly decreased a lot.

The ability of the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden is such a thing, so can this organization be a reliable organization?

When judging like this, Meren didn't even know that this ability, in Juliana's niece, could seriously predict dangerous events.

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As a result, when he came to him, it became such a strange thing.

However, despite the misjudgment of the truth about the religion, it did not affect Mellon's subsequent visit to Guderian, who was officially awakened.

Or rather, invited to go.

It was already ten minutes at dusk when this happened. After following a guard and following a certain building into a dark dungeon with a vast area, he saw Gu, who had been beaten up by himself before, again. Derian.

Then Merron saw a situation that surprised him.

It's not that the other party's state has deteriorated at the moment, but because he seems to have completely returned to normal!

Under the light of the brazier in the dungeon, this middle-aged gentleman with a moustache is now sitting in a formal manner on the neat black stone brick floor, wrapped around a heavy iron chain inlaid with golden runes.

When looking at the black-haired boy from the metal prison, there was no trace of anger on his face, but an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.

"May fate protect you, my dear parishioner."

Mellon raised an eyebrow.

Is this guy in front of him a masochist? Facing the enemy who just beat him to death, not only was he not angry, but he was quite happy?

Or is it that he is really sincere to the organization he belongs to, so when he sees the success of his temptation, he doesn't care about the humiliation he suffers?

Surprised by this, but it's not a big deal after all.

In contrast, he actually cares more about another thing.

"Why did you recover so quickly?"

Mellon asked.

He really didn't kill him before, he just wanted to knock the opponent unconscious.

But later, because this guy never fainted, he was furious and showed the essence of unarmed fighting that he had obtained, and came to this guy's vitals a few times.

That ability is not just a simple physical attack, it is similar to the radiant light, and there are also some special runes condensed on Meren's hands, which are accompanied by special power when attacking.

Therefore, according to his estimation, even if there is a possibility of recovery, it will take at least a few days—

This is still calculated according to his own recovery speed.

So when I heard from the teacher that Guderian was recovering quickly, Meren thought that the teacher was bluffing him and wanted to keep himself from being too nervous.

However, it seems that the teacher has not over-beautified this at all...

"Of course it's because of your mercy."

Guderian replied, speaking without the slightest firework, with a calm face, fully restored to the demeanor of the initial visit.

"You should be using the unarmed fighting skills summed up by the Bowen tribe of the Northern Empire? I remember that its function is not only to send out shocks to interrupt others' abilities, but its core essence should be the destructive power to joints and internal organs. ."

"Its strongest blow is actually to cut off the offspring's feet."

The other party just avoided the important, and Meren didn't bother to chat with him.

"With my footwork, it can be called a hundred hits."

The seemingly calm middle-aged gentleman was startled when he heard the words, and then showed a wry smile, "That's really a big thank you."

"You're welcome." Merron nodded, then turned to ask.

"What do you want to say when you want to see me?"

As a prisoner, of course, Guderian could not have a channel to pass the news to him, but it was a guard who ran to inform him before.

Therefore, this meeting must have been approved by Mrs. Chelsea.

That's why Mellon will come.

Because he felt that if he just asked himself to come and listen to the identity of the voters, the teacher would not be able to agree to this meeting.

After all, she said before that she couldn't be sure whether this was true or not.

Therefore, this strange looking middle-aged gentleman must have something else to find him.

"Miss Yinsabella doesn't allow us to mention something to you, but I can tell you clearly that you are destined to be a member of our original truth religion."

Seeing Mellon mentioning the business, Guderian, who was sitting cross-legged in the prison, did not continue to chat.

"Under destiny, everyone is equal, but some people have special missions and need to be treated with caution."

"What do you want to say?"

"I hope you can visit the sacrificial ceremony that will be held in Lai Farley three days later~www.mtlnovel.com~ visit?" Mellon raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, visit, go with whoever you are."

The middle-aged gentleman replied, "This is actually a lively event, and many wizards will visit. Because we will offer sacrifices to the Son of Destiny during the ceremony."

After speaking, seeing Merron frowning and not speaking, he added: "Odiris, the dragon of natural disasters, a lava dragon born in the Broken Isles, we organized manpower to encircle and imprison it a few years ago, so if you go, You can see a rare dragon slaying scene."

"Sounds pretty good."

Merron pondered: "But I don't think it's a good thing for me to just imprison you and visit those great gatherings of the Practitioners."

"No one knows about it."

Guderian replied.

He didn't say that Destiny voters couldn't be hostile to truth believers, because he clearly understood that even if Melen knew about the voters, he couldn't immediately believe them.

"Even if someone knows, with your ability, no one can stop you if you want to leave."

"But I don't have to take the risk, do I?"

Mellen shrugged.

He was actually very curious about the ceremony, but he wouldn't tell the person in front of him whether he should go to watch it or not.

Seeing this, Guderian thought for a while, and then said: "Your agility is very strong, but your offense is lacking."

"so what?"

"If you agree to this proposal, I can make up for this flaw for you."

"How to make up for it?"

"A sword."

He said: "A sword that can easily break my defenses." +Bookmark+

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