You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes? Chapter 185

The whistling of the horn outside the window continued.

In the conference room, facing the inquiring gazes of the people around him, the childlike principal did not respond. Instead, after a moment of silence, he suddenly stood up from his chair.

"Just get here first."

He said, "I need to take care of something, you can do it yourself."

Saying so, he seemed to be emotionally stable and turned and left the conference room, leaving behind a group of school seniors with bewildered expressions.

"Old campus... horn sound... It doesn't seem to be a simple horn, but that old antique?"

After being quiet for a while, someone suddenly said, "Isn't that the heir trial that went wrong?"

"What could go wrong?"

"Like Iger Wilson succeeded?"

"What are you kidding?"

After denying this first, they had no other clue, so they could only look at each other.

The simple sound of the horn doesn't really make people feel that way, but if you distinguish it carefully, this horn is clearly a special item called the Howl of Burne-Jones that was collected in the ancient collection room at Fort St. Grant.

This thing is an antique. It is said that whenever the school faces a major event, it will sound by itself.

However, no one actually hears it when it makes a noise, so people can only hear its artificially blown sound at school-related celebrations.

And now, it seems to ring on its own?

In fact, it is also possible that someone broke the rules and ran to secretly blow the horn, but if this is the case, the principal who has always been "sophisticated and prudent" will not react like this...

People in the conference room were suspicious.

Intellectually, they did not think that the so-called heir trial would be successful.

But if not, what other major events could have happened?

This is even more baffling...

All in all, a group of high-level executives are a little surprised at the moment.

Except for a young black-haired woman.

Unlike other people, Juliana was full of confidence in someone, and when she saw an abnormal phenomenon, she immediately thought about whether someone really passed the test.

However, after looking at the low-pitched discussions of the people around her, Juliana didn't make a sound. page, and then wrote some words on it.

"Suddenly there was a horn sound in the school, suspected to be related to Burne-Jones' howl. Browning seems to have noticed something and has now left the conference room."

"He looked a little flustered."

"I suspect that he ran to find Mellon, but I'm not sure how he will react when he sees someone."

Before these few sentences, there are still many chat records, all of which are related to the trial of the heir.

In fact, after discovering the birth of a mutation during the "proctoring" period, Juliana had already started to contact her former friend, Mrs. Chelsea—

She didn't want to deal with each other originally, at least not for a short time.

Because it is said that as soon as she left Chelsea Manor, the other party took the opportunity to entangle her sweetheart, and it was shameless to the limit.

However, this matter is very important at the moment, and she is not sure how the school will react to the appearance of the heir, so she can only temporarily put aside her grudges and discuss with her "old friend" how to deal with it.

"It's unlikely to have something to do with Mellen, didn't you say that being the heir needs to save a lot of people?"

A word came from the other side, obviously very puzzled.

The knowledge reserves of senior wizards and the physical fitness of senior hunters are no less than the history of "good deeds" that have saved 500 people.

From Mrs. Chelsea's point of view, her students fit into the hunter category, and nothing else.

Therefore, she had not expected anything about it before.

So now, when Juliana said this, her first reaction was disbelief.

"But if it wasn't for this, what else could have caused Browning to leave suddenly?"

"A major event related to the school, but not related to the heir, suddenly happened during this time period?"

"It can't be so coincidental, can it?"

Juliana sent three rhetorical questions in a row.

In contrast, she doesn't know Mellen's details as well as Mrs. Chelsea, so her self-confidence is much heavier than her counterpart.

"There are a lot of coincidences happening in the world every day, so it's not surprising." The opposite responded.

"...Forget it, in short, you should pay attention. If possible, it is best to hurry to the scene to avoid any unexpected situation."

Self-confidence is self-confidence, and Juliana is not blind.

Mellen's strength is indeed very strong, but she doesn't think she can be strong enough to beat Browning's "old monster".

Because just like his friend Isabella, as the principal of a top wizarding school, Browning's strength is no longer limited to the level of top wizards.

Right now, there appears to be a heir apparent to Fort St. Grant.

So how would his current principal react?

Are you willing to downgrade from principal to housekeeper and accept this reality without hesitation?

Obviously not possible.

It's like living in your own house honestly, and then a stranger suddenly broke in one day, claiming that the house and even the land already belonged to him, and if you don't move out, you need to obey his orders...

It's hard for a normal person to say what a good attitude they would have about it, let alone show obedience.

In fact, if she didn't feel that it was useless to run over, but it might prevent Melen from escaping, she would have wanted to follow him to the scene.

Instead of staying in school to do this kind of stalking.

"If it's really about Mellen."

When Juliana was worried about this, a sentence came from the opposite side of the book of secret words, "According to my expectation, Browning should not do it directly, he will only find out the truth of the matter first."

"But you can't guarantee that, can you?"

"That's right, so I'm already there now."

"That's good, if you're here, I can rest assured—"

The words stopped abruptly.

Looking at the words sent by her friend, Juliana's heart vainly raised a touch of vigilance.

In such a short time, he actually arrived at the scene?

Although I have realized that my old friend meant to grab a man with me, it is one thing to realize that it is another thing to realize that the other party is so "positive".

A rival in love with a wealth of wealth, beautiful appearance, strong strength and good character, it is too difficult to deal with...

"Thank goodness Mellen came to school."

The only thing she can be happy about now is this.

"Otherwise he will stay in Graham City all the time, and sooner or later he will be eaten and wiped clean by a sullen woman like Isabella."

The "basement" entrance the size of a suitcase is relatively narrow, but because Mellon is not fat, he can barely squeeze in.

Then he discovered that "underneath" the suitcase was a marble corridor illuminated by faint blue torches.

The promenade is completely white, and the end of the field of vision is a corner, and the situation behind the corner cannot be seen.

After the footsteps settled down, Meren just took a step forward when a gentle voice suddenly sounded from all directions.

"Welcome, Mr. Iger Wilson."

"…You are?"

This query did not receive a response.

After thinking about it, Merron stepped back and stepped out again.

"Welcome, Mr. Iger Wilson."

The gentle voice sounded again.

So Mellon can be sure that this is just a simple "procedure".

So he ignored it and started walking along the corridor.

When you reach the corner at the end and look inside, there is a fork in front of you~www.mtlnovel.com~ separating the two sides, there is a door at the end of one side, and a door on the other side.

Picking one of them at random, Mellon pushed open the door and looked, and a room full of bookcases came into view.

After stepping in and looking at it for a while, he turned his gaze to the surface of the desk in the center of the room.

At this time, there was a huge yellowed map quietly spread out, with a large number of black lines entangled and combined into a seemingly huge building complex.

And among these lines, there are countless small black dots moving slowly.

"What? Marauder's Map?"

Leaning closer and looking down, Merron raised his hand and touched a small black spot on the map, so a person's name appeared above the black spot.

Priestley Browning.

This name made Mellen feel a little familiar, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly realized that it seemed that the principal of Fort St. Grant was named Browning?

"It's not really him..."

Merlen was surprised.

Because on the map, in addition to this name, there are some "options" that seem to be very special-

drive away.

hostility.

call.

Blockade isolation.

Limit the scope of activities.

Prescribes prohibited behavior and speech.

Permanent eviction.

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I might have to take a day off tomorrow, my cousin moves, I have to work as a coolie, alas...

Not necessarily, let's see when I come back at night. If it is earlier, there should be an update.

But don't hold out your expectations.

Chapter end