Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity Chapter 31

Joyce, who opened the box, no longer doubted.

He saw a pair of pale fish eyes, very penetrating, emitting a strange light. In contrast, the red blood was relatively normal.

In addition, there was a note inside with completely unfamiliar handwriting: a pair of eyes from an adult manhal fish, and 35 milliliters of blood from a black horned black fish.

This is the formula for knowing the audience.

Deterrence, or a kind reminder?

Before you know whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, there will always be two diametrically opposite directions for understanding a matter.

In addition, whether it is an enemy or a friend, they all urgently need me to become a Beyonder. These two materials are proof... Thinking of this, Joyce suddenly realized that if he waited until he got the "Instigator" formula and then went to buy it, Will it be so easy to get the main ingredients of the potion?

I feel like I lost a million!

A lot of times, things like luck and fate are really uncertain, just like Miss Maid... Joyce said complicatedly:

"I think now you should choose the 'monster' path."

Sophia was wondering why she was called to the laboratory. When she heard this, she subconsciously recalled the esoteric knowledge she had gained in recent days:

"The way to control luck, why?"

Joyce looked up to the sky and sighed: "Because your luck is so good!"

"come here."

Joyce waved at her, and the maid walked over to him obediently. Seeing the two materials on the experiment table, she shook her head for two seconds and said in surprise:

"This is the main ingredient of the audience's potion!"

"Didn't you say that Beyonder materials are difficult to obtain?"

"That's why I say you are lucky."

Joyce's heart ached for another second, but soon returned to normal, and said solemnly:

"Get ready to join the cruel extraordinary world."

On the experimental bench, Joyce began to prepare the potion, 80 ml of distilled water, 5 drops of Colchicum essence, 13 grams of bovine peony powder, and 7 elf flowers.

These materials are very common, and some are even used as medicinal materials, which are easy to buy.

After adding all the auxiliary materials, the liquid in the beaker becomes colored, and finally add the eyes of the adult manhal fish and 35 ml of the blood of the black fish with horns.

The complete "spectator" potion is silver-white, viscous, and has the texture of mercury, constantly bubbling.

It seems that all the potions will bubble after the configuration is completed. What is this? The only regular event in the mysterious world?

Joyce was a little excited when he successfully prepared a potion by himself. This feeling was like buying his beloved figure in a previous life.

"Remember how I taught you?"

Sophia nodded heavily: "Use meditation to control spirituality..."

Then, she took the potion and drank it.

From Joyce's point of view, it can be clearly observed that the lady maid first closed her brows, and then opened her eyes, a touch of gold flashed in her pupils.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

Sophia quietly appreciates the extraordinary power brought by the potion, which can help her stay full of energy at all times, and the whole world seems to become clear in front of her eyes.

Joyce's appearance was reflected in her deep pupils. Now she can observe something different from usual. Mr. Baron seemed a little nervous and a little relieved, and finally showed a sense of satisfaction.

With the help of the "audience" ability, Sophia found that she seemed to be able to accurately observe the hearts, emotions and thoughts of others.

Joyce noticed the state of the maid, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he raised his hand to block her sight:

"Try not to observe me, you can observe other people."

"The entire human world is the biggest stage, and everyone plays their role in it. Although the 'audience' is not destined to be the protagonist, it will help you become the most popular one."

"The communication between people is the most worthy of observation. There is a dance tonight. You and I will go to participate. With the help of the ability of the 'audience', help me find out some things."

Sophia quit the "audience" state, the novelty has not subsided, she happily agreed.

Councillor North lives on Conston Street, which is closer to Governor Bayam.

Riding an exquisite four-wheeled carriage and following social etiquette, Joyce stepped on the dots to attend the ball, and saw Senator North and his wife greet him from the front.

Senator North looked like he was in his fifties or sixties, but he was actually only forty years old. His wife was a half-race of Ruen and Rhosid, and her appearance and figure were well maintained.

Perhaps it is because of his wife that Congressman North maintains such a naive political opinion.

Joyce stepped forward quickly and said:

"Mr. North, I'm very glad to be invited by you. I'm sorry I'm a little late."

Then, he took North's wife's hand and gave a false kiss:

"Your brilliance illuminates the night."

Finally, he took a gift box from Sophia:

"This is a little gift I brought from the manor, please accept it with a smile."

Senator North took the gift box and said with a big smile:

"I hope tonight's dance can bring you a good mood."

"This is exactly what I expected."

After the business compliments, Joyce entered the hall, where a soothing piano music was playing. All kinds of guests were chatting together in twos and threes. He took a glass of red wine and looked at the crowd around him with a smile.

Senator North has a close relationship with the Rorsted people, so many dark-skinned locals were invited to the ball. Most of them are descendants of the original indigenous chiefs and princes, and now occupy the middle management positions of Rorsted.

For example, the chief of the Bayam police station, UU reading www. uukanshu.com He took the initiative to come up to chat with Joyce, and inadvertently talked about a policeman named Dean and complimented him.

Joyce naturally understood the temptation in his words, and said half-truth:

"The growth of young people is inseparable from the encouragement and support of the elders. I still often recall the many teachings my father taught me."

The police chief quickly echoed: "You are right. Ten years ago, I was fortunate enough to carry out a mission under the leadership of Mr. William, and I am still impressed..."

Joyce listened to his condom in a bored manner, suddenly saw a familiar face, pulled away and said:

"Sorry, I saw a friend, I'll go say hello."

The chief of police had no answer. He had already got the answer he wanted, and he couldn't help but sighed: What kind of **** did Dean have to do to get into the eyes of a baron.

In a few words, Dean's future in the police station has become bright. This is the distinction between classes... Joyce also sighed in his heart.

He didn't just give a random reason to get away, but saw Charlie, who was following behind a middle-aged man in military uniform, chatting with others from time to time.

The middle-aged man is Charlie's father, a former rear admiral.

"Mr. Planck, it's a pleasure to meet you." Joyce went up to say hello.

"I'm glad you cheered up too." Planck looked him up and down and said after a while.

Joyce laughed at himself:

"It's the price of growth."

Planck had a cup with him and said to Charlie behind him:

"Looks like you're a little bored, so let's be here today."

Charlie smiled and didn't refute:

"Then I can go."

Chapter end

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