Please be my partner.

This is definitely not the dog guarding its food, but more like a prelude to an attack by a beast hunting!

Mellen did not stop. He stretched out his hand slowly and firmly, placed it on the bulldog's head, and stroked it gently.

The bulldog didn't launch an attack in the end, and the ferocity in its expression slowly faded away, and it seemed to become a little confused.

After a few minutes, the bulldog suddenly shook its head, broke free from Mellen's touch and jumped back.

After returning to the shadows, it seemed to look at the boy deeply, then turned around and left quickly.

Mellen was stunned for a moment before slowly standing up.

He looked in the direction the bulldog disappeared, and for some reason thought of a joke from his past life...

'While petting the dog, suddenly hit it and see how it reacts.'

He looked at his still intact hand, thought of the bulldog's ferocious expression at the beginning, and said to himself: "Maybe... it will be bitten off in one piece?!"

"Who's there! Come out quickly!"

The sudden shout startled Mellen, who was thinking.

He turned around and saw a uniformed police officer looking at him warily, his hand even on the holster at his waist.

Mellen opened his hands slightly to show that he was not a threat, so as to prevent the other party from showing off American Iaijutsu if they disagreed with him.

At the same time, he said: "Hello, Mr. Police Officer, I am not a bad person."

When the police officer heard that the voice was that of a teenager, he relaxed a little. Only after the latter walked out of the shadows and he could see the teenager's clothes clearly did he completely put his mind at ease.

The rats and bedbugs that have come from other areas cannot afford to wear clothes made of this fabric.

The police officer asked, "Sir, what were you doing?"

Mellen's expression froze, and for a moment he couldn't find a suitable reason.

Although the police officer was not responsible for catching stray dogs, they were part of the same system after all. He was afraid that if he told the truth, it would bring danger to the bulldog.

But it seems, it's too late.

Seeing that Mellen was hesitant, the police officer looked towards the aisle again. With the help of the dim light, he found some uneaten bones and meat on the ground. He knew in his heart that this was feeding stray animals.

In his eyes, Mellen was just a child with overflowing compassion, essentially no different from those ladies who fed pigeons with white bread in the square.

Although he had no intention of interfering in this matter, his expression became more serious. He said, "Sir, I have to remind you that stray animals are usually very dangerous and may even carry certain infectious diseases. It's best for you to stay away from them on a daily basis."

After a moment's hesitation, he added, "Also, things have been a bit turbulent in the Corinthian area lately. It's best if you don't go to deserted places alone."

The Colin area mentioned by the police is the wealthy area under our feet.

Mellen nodded quickly in agreement.

He only breathed a sigh of relief after the police left.

It wasn't that he was guilty or timid, but the police officer standing in front of him really brought him a tangible and heavy pressure.

The police are the official combat force of the kingdom, and each of them possesses considerable strength.

As far as Melen knew, once one successfully became a police officer, one would be able to systematically learn the Kingdom Knight Training Method, which was the true path to an extraordinary career.

Once he advances to become a formal knight, he will possess enough power to even fight wild beasts on his own.

Even an unadvanced apprentice knight's physical fitness in all aspects far exceeds that of ordinary people, not to mention their combat skills and corresponding weapons and equipment.

The police officers' uniforms are loose-fitting and suitable for combat, and they are equipped with guns and swords.

After the police officer walked away, Mellen thought for a moment, then returned to the path and called out softly, "Gouzi, don't come back here for the next few days. Go somewhere else to avoid being caught by the police!"

After a while, there was nothing unusual on the path, and even the wind seemed to be mocking his stupidity.

Mellen patted his head. He didn't understand what he was doing. You know, even if the bulldog was still nearby, it wouldn't be able to understand human language.

He shook his head and walked towards the library.

He didn't know that not long after he left, the bulldog walked out from the shadows again. It stared deeply in the direction the boy left, then retracted its gaze and licked the remaining broken bones and flesh on the ground clean, even the grease on the package was not spared.

After doing all this, it stepped into the shadows again.

If you want to understand a civilization and gain knowledge about it, the fastest way is naturally to read books.

This was also the first thing that Melen thought of after traveling through time.

Of course, since he didn't have any special abilities like photographic memory or memory palace, he only picked out things that interested him to read.

Because the president of Stanley Private College is the honorary vice-president of the Vero City Library, students of Stanley Private College can borrow books from the library directly based on this identity.

This is convenient for Mellen. Otherwise, it would be quite troublesome to apply for a library card.

This can be considered as one of the means by which the upper class monopolizes knowledge.

After picking up a copy of "Geography of the Continent of Loen" and ordering a pot of milk tea, Mellen sat quietly in the corner of the library and began to read.

Before I knew it, the morning had passed.

I had lunch in the library restaurant at noon.

Grilled steak, mashed potatoes, mushroom soup, white bread.

The taste was quite good, especially the sauce poured on the steak at the end, which was quite to Mellen's liking.

Continue reading in the afternoon.

Actually, Melen is not a particularly patient person, but the books here, even the boring history of the kingdom, are like novels to him.

If you think about it this way, it becomes very interesting.

Before he knew it, it was almost evening. Melen turned the last page of the book in his hand and closed it.

I stood up, stretched, returned the books, and then prepared to go home.

After leaving the library, the whole street was already extremely lively, and successful people dressed in bright and beautiful clothes could be seen everywhere.

Mellen seemed a little out of place walking among them.

He didn't take it seriously and, as usual, comforted a few dogs on the way who ignored their owners' pulling and wanted to go home with him.

When I got home, the sun had just set.

Dinner is ready.

Wash and eat.

Ennnnn......

To be honest, the taste is obviously not as good as the library restaurant.

Due to the terrain of Vero City, the temperature is still relatively low after nightfall.

But Mellen's home has a gas fireplace, and the heat is piped into each room.

So when he returned to his room, he changed into loose and thin pajamas.

Before going to bed, Mellen took out a thick black notebook from the drawer of his desk.

This was prepared on the first day after he crossed over, and he originally intended to use it to write a diary.

After hesitating for a long time, he stuffed the black notebook, which had not yet had any records written in it, back into the drawer.

Who would write a diary if they were a serious person?

The next morning, the sky was clear and the air was bright.

Melen woke up from his sleep, was stunned for a while, and then began to concentrate and think about his future.

When he first came here, he was afraid that others would expose him, so he lived very cautiously. Later, he discovered the special abilities of Qinhe Gouzi, and he also had to go to the library to read books to learn more about this world, so he didn't have much energy to think about other things.

Now that everything has stabilized, it seems that I can start thinking about the mysterious and the extraordinary.

Melen knew very little about professionals. The only thing he knew clearly was the [Knights] belonging to the kingdom.

It was not difficult for him to become a [Knight].

Not to mention his relationship with Sir Wright, his status as a graduate of Stanley Private College and his wealthy family background alone would allow him to pass the test easily.

But, as we all know, in any world, only the mage is the answer to the version!

Unlike the lower-class common people who were still kept in the dark, as a member of the kingdom's upper-middle class, he knew more of the truth.

If possible, Melen still hopes to become a spellcaster rather than a reckless man.

For this appeal, he now has two directions...

First, Sir Wright.

As a well-known figure in the entire Vero City, he is likely to know some powerful spellcasters. If Sir Light can be asked to act as a middleman, perhaps Mellen can get what he wants.

Second, his parents.

As a famous adventurer in the continent of Loen, Melen had every reason to believe that his parents were most likely professionals.

So, it's reasonable for them to meet one or two powerful wizards during their adventures, right?!

In fact, the second direction should be more reliable, but as mentioned before, Mellen hasn't seen his parents for several years, so there's probably no need to hold out too much hope in the short term.

Then, only Sir Wright's side is left.

It just so happens that Sir Wright will come to visit him tomorrow, so I can mention it briefly then and see how this elder reacts.

After thinking about all this, I got up, washed up, and had breakfast, all in one go.

When Mellen finished packing, the carriage that Butler Morgan had hired in advance was already waiting at the door.

Today he has to go to Stanley Private College to apply for his graduation certificate. It is quite far from his home and walking would be a waste of time.

In addition, although the children do not have any bad intentions, they are indeed very competitive.

The students at Stanley Private College are basically either rich or noble. Generally speaking, if you walk to the college in the morning, you will be despised and excluded by the college students in the afternoon without having to wait until the next day, and it will be basically difficult to make friends.

So Mellen was already accustomed to taking a carriage to Stanley Private College.

On the way, Mellen pulled up the curtains of the carriage and watched the ever-changing scenery outside through the glass.

At a certain moment, the carriage turned into an empty and deserted alley. Mellen knew that this was a shortcut to Stanley Private College, so he didn't think much of it.

Just as he was about to look away, suddenly, a strange sound caught his attention...

'Tick!~'

It was like water drops falling on the ground, but for some reason, Melen felt that the sound sounded more... sticky.

Although the word "viscous" didn't seem quite right to describe the sound, he couldn't find a more appropriate word for the moment.

'Tick!~' 'Tick!~'

'Tick! ~' 'Tick! ~' 'Tick! ~'

Gradually, the sounds became more and more numerous, faster and denser, and made him feel as if he was in a sticky liquid, with his eyes, ears, mouth and nose blocked, sinking continuously and about to suffocate!

Chapter 3 Report a wave

"Master Mellen! Master Mellen? Are you asleep?!"

The voice of the coachman John suddenly woke Mellen, who was in a nightmare. He gasped for breath, greedily absorbing every bit of fresh air.

This gesture startled John. He hesitated and asked, "Master Mellen, are you... okay?"

Mellen came back to his senses from his drowsiness and asked, "What happened just now?!"

"Just now?" John asked in confusion, "You seemed to have fallen asleep just now. Could it be... a nightmare? Master Mellen, we're almost at Stanley Private College."

Mellen nodded slightly, suppressing his thoughts, and said nonchalantly, "Indeed, I didn't get enough rest yesterday, so I took a short nap."

"By the way, when you passed by that deserted alley before, did you hear any strange noises? For example... the sound of dripping water?"

"Strange noises?" John recalled, shook his head and said, "No, Master Mellen."

Then John laughed and said, "Master Mellen, if you heard any strange noises, they must have come from a dream. Otherwise, my carriage is sealed. There's no way you could have heard them from inside, but I, the one driving outside, couldn't have heard them, right?!"

Mellen's eyes narrowed slightly.

It is indeed as John said, this carriage is designed with a fully sealed structure to prevent wind, with only a row of small holes left at the driver's seat to facilitate communication between people in the carriage and the driver.

If the sound Mellen heard before came from outside, there is no reason why he heard it but John didn't.

So……

Either that kind of voice can only be heard by certain people, or there is something wrong with him!