Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity Chapter 7

I have to admit that in terms of hunting, "Hunters" are not even better than "Assassins".

Joyce found that Hunter, the provocateur, could track his prey according to the smell in the air. He was also good at making a variety of powders with different effects to drive or attract prey, which made the whole hunting match his expected passion. The radiant has nothing to do with half a penny, but more like an outing.

After the hunt was over, and after enjoying a delicious barbecue meal, Charlie took his prey and left the Rose Garden.

Sharing the rest of the prey with the servants, Joyce took a walk in the manor while it was dark.

The crimson moon hung high in the sky, and the stars adorned it more and more beautifully. He almost subconsciously praised the goddess in his chest. He raised his hands, but suddenly realized that he was a believer of the Lord of Storms. chest:

"The storm is on."

Is this blasphemous? I won't be struck by lightning from the sky, will I? He looked up at the sky, the night sky was dark and silent, and there was no movement.

Yes, the Evernight Goddess and the Lord of the Storm have always had a good relationship.

Stop your dangerous thoughts, Joyce...Although I have become an "assassin", I still don't want to believe in the Primordial Witch.

He shook his head, turned his head and said to Sophia who was following behind him:

"If I want to move back to Bayam, how long will it take?"

The maid pondered for two seconds, and then said:

"Bayam's house has always been inhabited and cleaned. If you want to go back and live there, you can always."

To allow time for the servants to pack their luggage, it is just tomorrow to entrust the investigation task to "Bian Ping", and by the way to ask about the time of the Extraordinary Party... Joyce arranged the itinerary, and decided: "Then leave here the day after tomorrow, you go to arrange one time."

"Okay, Mr. Baron." Sophia bowed slightly and answered the errand.

Joyce gave an inaudible "um", stopped talking, and walked aimlessly, thinking of a lot of things, but most of them were irrelevant.

"Do you think this world is beautiful?"

Sophia couldn't remember the first time that Mr. Baron surprised her today. She hesitated for a moment and replied:

"well enough."

The ignorant is fearless... Joyce is inexplicably envious of the maid behind him, and probably the thing that bothers her the most is just "me" making things difficult for her.

He sighed silently: "Go back to rest and have a good dream."

Sophia turned to leave, and heard Mr. Baron's voice from behind: "One more thing, you don't need to be so tense when facing me in the future."

She bit her lower lip inexplicably, and when she looked back, she found that Joyce had gone far.

On the first night in this world... well, maybe the second night, Joyce slept soundly.

There was no unbearable babble, and there was no more "witch" on the bed after waking up.

Standing on the balcony of the bedroom, he stretched recklessly against the bright morning sun, and saw that the servants in the manor became busy, like a group of ants preparing to return to their nests.

It seems that Sophia's work ability is still very good... Joyce smiled with satisfaction, considering whether to increase her annual salary, um, next time.

Breakfast is a medium-rare steak, paired with the cellared red wine produced by Rose Manor.

He had just finished eating when the housekeeper Hunter just walked in.

"Master, look for me."

Joyce nodded, put down the coffee with sugar and milk in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and finally said:

"I'll go out in a while, please prepare a carriage."

Before waiting for Mr. Hunter, who has a high hairline to agree, he added: "The carriage is just ordinary, I'm not going to the banquet... Also, tell Sophia, help me find one... Simple... some clothes."

He originally wanted to talk about cheaper clothes, but thinking that a decent noble attaches great importance to his image, he changed his words at the end.

"Okay, young master, do you have any other orders?"

"No... Oh, by the way, I have decided to move back to Bayam tomorrow."

"Yes, Sophia informed me last night."

Really professional... Joyce watched him bow and leave, feeling very emotional, and at the same time despised the speed of his own degeneration.

"The Provocateur" Hunter was very efficient, and after a while he reported that the carriage was ready.

It was a four-wheeled carriage that looked ordinary from the outside. The driver was a guard dressed in casual clothes. Joyce recognized him as one of the guards who accompanied him on the hunt yesterday. His name was Carl.

"Go to the Oak Bar in Josem."

Joyce nodded to the coachman. After entering the carriage, he found expensive and comfortable blankets and cushions. He also thought that Carl must have guns and weapons on him. Woolen cloth!

Without a word, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the bar.

Telling Carl to wait in the carriage, Joyce pushed open the door of the bar.

The smell of alcohol, mixed with strange and indescribable tastes, blows on the face. There are not too many customers, but it does not prevent them from drinking and bragging.

Joyce walked through the crowd indifferently, walked to the bar, took out two one-soul coins, didn't say what wine he wanted, just asked, "Where's the 'balance'?"

The bartender was wiping the glass. He heard the sound and glanced at him, then looked at the coins on the counter, and took them away quietly, and then he showed a bright smile:

"The boss is in the chess and card room No. 2."

"Tian Ping" is a man in his thirties, his body is not strong, but the majesty revealed invisibly is easy to convince. He is playing cards with a few people, and when he sees Joyce coming in, doubts flashed in his eyes. , which quickly turns into an unabashed surprise:

"Mr. Baron, long time no see!"

Hearing this title, Joyce didn't know what to say, because it was the code name he gave himself:

"I need your help with something."

Hearing that there was a request, Mr. Tian Ping said to his subordinates, "You guys play for me first."

"follow me."

Joyce smiled and nodded to everyone in the room, and followed him into an empty chess and card room.

"Sit down, have something to drink?"

"No."

Mr. Libra didn't force it, poured himself a glass of Southwell beer, sat opposite Joyce and asked:

"What commission?"

Joyce took out a portrait and placed it on the table:

"His name is Locke, he has a long career as a pirate, once lived in the Enmat neighborhood of Bayam, I need his address, behavior, hobbies, committed before 'retirement' The more detailed the crimes, the better."

Mr. Tian Ping took a gulp of beer, picked up the portrait and studied it carefully for a while, and commented:

"Looks like a standard Loen gentleman. Such a person talks more and less in Bayam."

"Is he an Extraordinary?"

"The high probability is, no more than Sequence Eight."

"The Witch" Emily's purpose of approaching her must be more than that. From this, it can be speculated that the target cannot be an Extraordinary of the middle and high sequence, otherwise it would not be called acting, but death... Joyce, who had already figured this out, answered Very sure.

"Extraordinary." Tian Ping smacked his lips and said:

"You know, things involving Beyonders are not simple, maybe a group of people will be attracted, and the information you want is too complicated..."

"One hundred pounds." Joyce didn't care whether he shied away or wanted to take the opportunity to increase the price, he simply settled on a price that he couldn't refuse.

"make a deal."

"The Balance" resolutely agreed, and a similar commission can be up to fifty pounds. As for Beyonders... In Bayam, commissions that are not related to Beyonders are rare.

"In a week, I'll give you a message."

"Very good." Joyce took out twenty pounds and pressed it on the portrait: "This is the deposit."

Putting away the portrait and the cash, Li Ping drank the remaining half glass of wine, celebrating the deal:

"Mr. 'Baron', today's party will take a while to start, why don't we go and play two games first?"

Extraordinary gathering? Just today, what a coincidence! Joyce thought for a while and agreed to his invitation:

"I'm worried that your wallet is not enough."

"Haha, I like your confidence."

Chapter end

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