Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

"Sir Baron, welcome home."

"I'm more used to you calling me by my first name, Harry."

"Yes, Monsieur Baron."

This familiar mocking tone made Joyce stunned, as if he had returned to Earth and was chatting with his buddies, but the facts in front of him refuted his delusion.

He took a closer look at this Mr. Harry, who used to be his personal servant and is now a butler assistant. He was exactly the same as he remembered, with black hair and black pupils, combed straight to one side, and a meticulous expression. The only change was There was a bunch of well-trimmed beards on the lower jaw, and he asked curiously:

"Why did you suddenly grow a beard?"

Harry obviously didn't grow his beard for a long time. He stroked the beard on his chin and said dissatisfiedly:

"To make myself look more mature."

Joyce probably guessed the answer, but for some reason, he shook his head and said:

"Mr Hunter never had such troubles."

Harry quietly added:

"That's because Mr. Hunter is known to be very old just by his looks."

"Hahaha"

Joyce said with a smile, "I'll tell Mr. Hunt that."

"You won't, Monsieur Baronet."

I just said what you wanted to say... Harry swallowed the last sentence, looked at Mr. Baron who walked out of sadness, and the two smiled at each other.

Joyce patted Harry on the shoulder, feeling the familiar tacit understanding between the two:

"Mr. Hunter is temporarily left by me in Rose Manor, and I will leave all the family affairs to you."

"My pleasure, Monsieur Baron."

Joyce nodded, not worried about whether he was qualified for the job, turned around and walked upstairs, turned around and asked:

"By the way, take Sophia to familiarize yourself with the environment. She has been living in Rose Manor before and rarely comes here."

Harry bowed and agreed, watched Joyce disappear around the corner of the stairs, and then turned his gaze to the side:

"Sophia, I've heard your name before."

"Please take care of me, Mr. Harry." Sophia knew that he would be her immediate superior, so she behaved respectfully.

Harry maintained that serious expression, and said without emotion:

"I hope you are qualified for this job, otherwise, I will recommend a more competent personal servant to Mr. Baron."

Sophia's expression was a little dull when she heard this, and she couldn't help but have a bad feeling that her life might change a lot in the future.

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In the study room on the second floor, Joyce opened the wooden box he carried with him, and put aside the notebook with family history. He didn't know what to write on his own page.

The point is the three letters left by William. He found the letter paper that recorded the formula of the potion, and laid it flat on the table. The highest sequence among them was only the Sequence Six "Judge" of the arbitrator path. The sequence that William was in before his death, as for the low-sequence formula of other paths, it should be a spoil of war.

After carefully reading it several times, he took out a blank piece of paper and began to write silently, corresponding to the correct formula one by one... This made him feel nervous to endorse at the end of the term... Finally, he wrote a new copy in Chinese, intentionally copying the handwriting Made it big and small, very irregular, pretending to be Roselle's notes.

He held the paper written in Loen language and William's letter in his hand, lit it with a match, watched the flames quickly devour it, and threw it into the wooden trash can at the corner of the table.

Sheets of paper continued to turn into black ashes, Joyce seemed to see William's shadow looming in the soaring flames, and he was smiling at himself.

The paper burns out, the flame goes out, and everything evaporates like smoke.

After a while, Joyce came back to his senses, took out a small silver knife, and cut open the wall of spirituality on the iron box. The spirituality drifted away, and a gust of wind rose out of thin air.

There is a dagger in the box, more than a foot long, and it looks cold. It doesn’t look special from the outside, but considering the negative effects mentioned in William’s letter, it can subtly change the character and thinking of the person who uses it. , Joyce did not dare to underestimate it.

Given that this is a Warrior Path Extraordinary item, in memory of the God of War who was backstabbed... about to be backstabbed...Joyce gave it an appropriate name: Oath-Breaking Blade.

Holding the dagger cautiously, infusing spirituality, like Popeye eating spinach, his strength suddenly increased several times, from an assassin with high attack and low imitation to a berserker with high attack and high defense, which gave him a punch that could hit The illusion of bursting steel.

At the same time, a large number of dagger fighting skills appeared in his mind, like a martial arts master empowering himself, this feeling came and went quickly.

Even though he was prepared, he was still in a trance for two seconds. In actual combat, this is enough to be fatal... But these skills are surprising enough. Compared with the military fighting he is familiar with, it is more concise, efficient, and more fancy and magical... Joyce moved his fingers slightly, and the dagger flew up and down flexibly between his fingers.

Then, in an instant, he had sent the dagger in front of the "enemy", the speed was even faster than the afterimage.

Afterwards, the dagger in his hand quickly turned into a one-meter-long sharp straight sword, and the whole process took no more than two seconds.

Warhammer, short knife, long stick, iron whip... Joyce experienced a martial arts addiction that is proficient in all eighteen weapons, and was quite excited for a while.

Until he tried and failed to come up with a revolver, not to mention assault rifles and other high-tech weapons that only existed in memory.

It seems that the extraordinary ability of the "Blade of Repenting Oath" is only applicable to the field of cold weapons... No longer whimsical, change it into a dagger, put it back into the iron box, close your eyes and savor it.

Most of the fighting skills instilled in my mind before have been forgotten, but I can clearly feel the improvement in consciousness. I believe that as long as I practice hard, becoming a real weapon master will not be a problem.

But its negative impact, Joyce was a little bit at a loss, he could not feel the change of personality at all, neither became irritable, nor had the desire to kill, as William said, this change was almost imperceptible until The moment of the final eruption is irreversible.

Perhaps the Extraordinary of the audience path can discover and treat this change, probably the "psychologist" of Sequence Seven.

Emperor Russell once said: Be careful of the "audience", maybe he gave you some strange psychological hints during the treatment.

The best way is to train a "psychiatrist" who knows the basics... such as "Susie" the fantasy dog... Joyce smiled, and thought that by the time he successfully cultivated it, he would have been promoted to the middle sequence with a high probability, and would no longer be able to do so. Need this magical item, pity.

The extraordinary property of the "Pyromancer" is a mass of red solidified liquid, just like the jelly on the earth. Joyce picked it up and felt a burning sensation in his spirit, and found that he could use the flame at a shallow level... ...well, it can be used for grilling...

When he had played enough and was about to restore it to its original state, he found an embarrassing problem: he couldn't make a spiritual wall...