Chapter 2: crappy magician

Chapter 2: crappy magician

At this moment, Mrs. Chelsea didn't realize that someone was paying attention to her, and she didn't know that she was going to die tomorrow.

Under the bright ring chandelier, she was chatting some trifles with her future "son-in-law".

"Long time no see Juliana, she's still teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts at Fort St. Grant?"

Mrs. Chelsea's voice was not clear, but rather hoarse. With her calm face and dignified body, she looked like a black pit viper that gracefully coiled around the branches and was quietly spitting out letters.

"Yes, but my mother is only doing part-time jobs now."

The blond boy who replied had a more ordinary face, and his tone of voice when he spoke of his mother was full of pride.

"If someone else takes over, she will step down as a teaching professor."

"Concurrently?"

"Well, mom has been elected to be the vice president of Oak College."

"That's great news."

Mrs. Chelsea smiled when she heard the words, "Just this way, it will be more difficult for your father to remarry."

"Dad, he doesn't know the news yet."

The teenager said with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "Some of the aborigines in the Southern California colony are a bit unmanageable. He followed the army to suppress the rebellion at the beginning of the year."

This made Mrs. Chelsea narrow her eyes unconsciously, and then the conversation suddenly changed.

"I heard that Fort St. Grant was there recently, and there was a conflict with the people of the original truth?"

"Looks like yes, mother didn't mention it much...but I think with the madness of those cultists..."

The atmosphere of small talk between the two parties cannot be said to be pleasant, but it can be regarded as harmonious.

In fact, the marriage of the two families has already been confirmed. Although the engagement ceremony has not yet been held, since the tacit understanding has been reached, there is basically no need to discuss anything.

Therefore, although the blond boy is a little restrained when facing his future "mother-in-law", there is no pressure to speak of on the whole.

…

However, when an uninvited guest suddenly sat next to the boy uninvited, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

The uninvited guest is a very handsome peer of the same age, followed by a brown-haired attendant in his twenties, and they don't look like wizards.

However, the young man was very vigilant and even hostile to this man.

Because he knew each other, this guy named Meren.

Due to the scarcity of numbers, various social gatherings between wizarding families are common, especially when facing a family of allies who have been friends for hundreds of years.

Therefore, although the blond boy is not a local, he often comes to visit and is no stranger to the city and some people in the city.

On his last visit, a year ago, he and his mother had run into this guy named Merron, who was complimenting him on how good-looking he was.

If that alone is the case, it wouldn't make the boy alert.

But after the incident, the mother once wrote to each other, and now they are still in touch, and the two sides have become pen pals.

This made the young man have to be vigilant.

Like him, his parents belonged to a marriage union. His father was very satisfied with the marriage, but his mother was always dissatisfied. He even divorced his father two years ago.

Whether or not the mother has her own private life in private is anyone's guess.

Therefore, the young man had ample reason to suspect that the guy in front of him named Melen, who had the same black hair and blue eyes as his mother, might be his half-brother who had been separated from his mother for many years.

Otherwise, how could the mother, the vice president of a top wizarding school, be so active in reaching out to an ordinary boy in the secular world?

Of course, if that alone, it wouldn't make him nervous.

But now that he met the other party on this occasion, he had to make him think more.

"Perhaps my mother was afraid that Mrs. Chelsea didn't like me, so she called for an alternative?"

"Or did Mrs Chelsea express her dissatisfaction with me, so my mother called for an alternative?"

He couldn't sit still.

An ordinary person is not a threat to the marriage between wizards, but if it is an ordinary person with wizard blood, the restrictions are not so harsh.

Although being robbed is a big deal, it's a big deal to change a family to continue the marriage.

But it's not at all decent.

More importantly, Mrs. Chelsea is not an ordinary "mother-in-law". She seems kind enough to hold a banquet and even ordinary people can invite her. In fact, she is a "big man" with a strong sense of presence in the entire wizarding world—

One of the three major wizard banks, the largest shareholder of Flash Gold Bank, the honorary vice president of the International Council of Wizards, a member of the Wizard Education Committee, the core backbone of the Era Explorers Association, and the behind-the-scenes controller of the Blackstone Ocean Trading Company...

These titles alone are enough for ordinary wizards to look up to, and Mrs. Chelsea has a bunch.

If it weren't for the fact that her family members were weak, which greatly limited the spread of her influence, if it wasn't for the centuries-old friendship between the two families, and the close relationship between her mother and Mrs. Chelsea, the family to which the teenager belonged was really not qualified to marry each other.

Therefore, the identity of Mrs. Chelsea's "son-in-law" is very valuable and must not be taken away by others.

Therefore, when the wild species who was suspected of being a "brother" greeted him and sat beside him, the teenager said in an unhappy tone, "Who are you?"

"Who told you to sit here?"

…

Why is this man so hostile?

Mellon felt a little baffled.

He saw that Mrs. Chelsea might die, so he came to try to reverse this fate.

In his opinion, it would be a pity if such a beautiful beauty suddenly disappeared.

And more importantly, he has just awakened his golden finger, and now is the time when he needs experimental subjects.

But it seems that not everyone can be the target of his experiments.

At least the ones around him who can make his golden finger react are just three or two kittens.

So Merron naturally chose the most pleasing one.

The results don't seem to be very popular...

Are they talking about something secret and don't want to be disturbed?

But if that's the case, shouldn't we find a hidden place to talk?

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the dense crowd around his eyes, and Merron was a little puzzled.

But on the surface, he didn't see the slightest embarrassment of being rejected, but instead smiled apologetically at the other party.

"I'm sorry to bother you because I have something to do."

"Perhaps before doing this," the boy said coldly, "you should ask our consent?"

"Of course, that's why I'm sitting here."

As he said that, Mellon took out a deck of cards from his pocket and began to shuffle the cards. He said, "This matter is related to this card, please see."

Mrs. Chelsea was the absolute protagonist of this banquet, and there was a lot of attention around her. When Mellon used a very gorgeous way to control the poker card in her hand, it instantly attracted a lot of attention.

And when he shuffled the cards and miraculously turned the top red A into a black A, it caused a cry of surprise.

"I suddenly had this ability to change the colors of the cards, and I thought it might be some kind of magic."

Not knowing that he was pretending to be in front of the two true wizards, Mellon said solemnly, "Someone told me that you may know why this is happening."

When Mrs. Chelsea heard this, she looked at Melen with strange eyes and said nothing. The blond boy sitting beside Mellen showed a mocking smile.

The so-called magic skills are difficult for ordinary people to figure out, but for a wizard with strong eyesight, they can easily see through the flaws.

The guy in front of him, playing tricks and tricks to them, is simply too self-sufficient.

Merron didn't know what the other party was thinking. Seeing that no one spoke, he then performed other card tricks.

Predicting card selection, making cards into a straight flush, manipulating cards in the air...

The techniques became more and more complex, and the techniques became more and more gorgeous. With more and more guests gathered around, he did not lack cooperative companions, and the bursts of surprised cries became the loudest noise in the party hall.

"Mother obviously didn't tell him anything about wizards and magic."

After watching it for a while, the blond boy who was always watching was finally relieved, so he sat comfortably on the sofa, watching the poor guy who was suspected of being a wild-bred brother in front of him with a smile.

If this guy really knew who the two of them really were, then he would understand that the more flamboyant he was now, the more comical clown in Lady Chelsea's eyes.

…

The truth was not what he thought.

Mrs. Chelsea, who was sitting opposite Mellen, did not feel that Mellen looked funny at the moment. Instead, she admired the boy's hard work with interest.

This is the difference in thinking between men and women.

From the young man's point of view, Meren's current appearance is very funny, because his magic skills are very clumsy in the eyes of wizards.

But in the eyes of Mrs. Chelsea, the big boy who did his best to express himself, and even the big boy with sweat on his forehead was not very attractive at this moment.

However, this is only a trivial attitude of appreciation.

This change in attitude made her even more determined not to let her daughter have contact with this Melen.

…

"Obviously, you don't know what's going on."

After showing for a long time without seeing any response from the two of them, Merron seemed to put away the cards in frustration, but then he changed the conversation.

"Fortunately, my visit this time is not without gain."

As he said that, he stretched his hand back, and a brown-haired youth standing behind him handed a cloth pocket with gold threads into Meren's hands.

"It seems to be a really magical pocket,"

Merlen winked at the sneering blond boy beside him for some reason.

"Maybe we can guess what's in there?"

Seeing the pocket, the smile on the blond boy's face suddenly froze.