Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

There are always countless trifles happening in the process of moving.

In the process of dealing with these matters, Sophia discovered that Mr. Harry is a man with a cold appearance and a soft heart. Even if the servants do something wrong, he will not be harsh, but patiently correct him.

It can be seen that he does not approve of me becoming Mr. Baron's personal maid, but he did not perfunctory at work, and still taught himself conscientiously and responsibly...

It's just that she's not very good at talking... Sophia complained about Harry's expression while grinding the coffee with her hands.

When he was leading himself to familiarize himself with the layout of the villa just now, Harry stopped suddenly and almost ran into him who was following behind.

"Mr. Baron likes to have a cup of coffee while he reads, you know?"

Isn't it just for me to prepare coffee, just say no... How do I know that Mr. Baron has this habit, and he never entered the study when he was in the manor... Sophia squeezed the coffee beans hard, as if treating it as a punching bag.

After boiling the hot water, two spoonfuls of sugar and one spoonful of milk, the unique aroma wafted out immediately. She took a deep breath and felt much lighter. She had noticed before that Mr. Baron didn't like plain coffee.

The study room on the second floor is this door... Sophia knocked on the door twice.

"Please come in."

She pushed the door open and saw Mr. Baron sitting at his desk, reading a very old book, so focused that he didn't look up at himself.

"Your coffee, Monsieur Baron," she said softly.

"Thank you, put it here."

Joyce glanced up slightly, and pointed to the position on his right hand.

Before leaving, Sophia glanced at the title of the book, which happened to be a Loenian word she knew: "Alonso's Travels".

The protagonist in the book is a man named Alonso, who is a ranger. It mainly tells the story of Alonso and his talking elk companion wandering and exploring.

When he first read it, Joyce thought it was an alien version of Don Quixote, but the first story described in the book made him change his mind.

One person and one deer came to a strange village to spend the night, and they were safe and sound during dinner, but when they woke up in the middle of the night, they found that everyone in the whole village had gone mad.

After a classic reasoning by the talking elk... yes, the elk is the real protagonist... Alonso found the culprit, an evil hypnotist who hypnotized the villagers just to prove that the spirit Disease can be contagious through the subconscious mind.

After sending him to the trial court, one person and one deer embarked on the journey again, and encountered a third witch who cursed the noble lady's accidental death one after another, walked through the storm, devout believers who forgot the gods they believed in, and collected souls as the ship's fare. Devil Ferryman...

Under the aura of the powerful protagonist, the talking elk is almost omnipotent, and can subtly save himself from danger every time he is in danger.

Joyce has benefited a lot from it, enough to help him not be overwhelmed when encountering Beyonders of the same path in the future.

After closing the last page, the wording and composition of the whole book gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if where had he read similar articles?

"Subconscious Travels", last night, Rose Manor, on the desk in the bedroom, by Paulie Dellau.

"Alonso's Travels" has no author's signature, maybe the two books are the same author? After all, they are all travel notes, and the writing style and story structure are roughly similar.

Even if this author is really a powerful Extraordinary who likes to write books, what does it have to do with me... Joyce laughed at himself, and couldn't help but lament that he was too suspicious these two days, and quickly ignored this issue.

Time to enjoy a leisurely afternoon tea.

Perhaps it was the influence of the original owner, or perhaps the environment changed his personality. Joyce, who had never had this habit in his previous life, quickly fell in love with this leisure way.

Sweets always make people feel happy, and it would be better if they don't gain weight.

Joyce tasted the pastry carefully prepared by the chef, commented from time to time, and listened to Harry's report at the same time, but the more he listened, the more something went wrong:

"That is to say, from tomorrow until the beginning of next month, my schedule is already full?"

"Yes, Mr. Baron, even being invited to multiple banquets on the same day." Harry added beside him.

Joyce swallowed a small fruit cake, his face full of helplessness:

"I'm a baron, not a governor!"

"Reject, reject all those boring banquet invitations... Well, I will attend General Gordon's banquet."

General Gordon is the old boss of his father William. The two have fought side by side for many years and have a deep relationship. At William's funeral, General Gordon personally delivered a eulogy, and he could not refuse his invitation.

Harry immediately remembered that, just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching from far to near. Looking back, he saw a servant approaching quickly, leaning over and whispering something in his ear, which made him look puzzled and frown .

Joyce took a sip of the tired black tea, and asked after seeing this:

"What happened?"

Harry's expression returned to seriousness, and he answered truthfully:

"There is a man outside in a police uniform who says he has something important to report to you."

police? When did I provoke them? What's more, how dare the colonial police investigate a baron... Joyce said with a frank heart and no fear:

"Ask him to come in."

"Okay, Mr. Baron." Harry nodded to the valet behind him.

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Dean was born and raised in Rorsted, his parents died and he had no education. Relying on his cleverness, he made a living in the local gang until he became an adult.

After experiencing a major turning point in his life, he felt remorseful and began to learn Loen language by himself. It only took him three months to master it. Afterwards, he exchanged all the money he had saved for twenty years for the police uniform he was wearing now.

On the first day of patrolling, Dean saw the gap in status between people. He saw a nobleman who was about his age but had a mansion and servants. He vowed to climb higher.

What he didn't expect was that the opportunity came so unexpectedly.

The senior police who patrolled with him caught a suspicious person and brought him back to the police station for torture. After interrogation, he learned that the prisoner claimed to be an informant of the Rebel Army, and his purpose was to investigate the new Baron Joyce Best's itinerary and living habit.

According to the Rebel Army, Joyce Best's title was bought with countless blood, and he will be punished by Sea God.

The police station is used to such cases, and the rebels always act impulsively, without thinking, and don't even have the intention of reporting it.

Because of this, Dean easily obtained the entire interrogation report of the case, but the result surprised him.

The confession was false, he was lying... This was Dean's first thought when he saw the report, because he knew the prisoner.

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"According to what you said, he would rather call himself a rebel than admit that he is a member of a gangster. Isn't he seeking his own death?"

Dean raised his head cautiously and glanced at the calm Joyce Best, then immediately lowered his head and said:

"Mr. Baron, what you don't know is that for cases involving the rebels, the police station may choose to deal with the case more easily than less, but if it is discovered that the local gangsters are trying to target a nobleman, then the matter will be serious..."

Depending on the location, the way of thinking about the problem will be different... Most of the police officers are locals and people of mixed race. Naturally, there are many people who sympathize with the rebels, but the gangsters are under the direct jurisdiction of the police station, so there must be no mistakes... Joyce After thinking through the twists and turns, he asked in a deep voice:

"What will happen to that prisoner?"

"I will be locked up for two days, I will be fined a sum of money, and then I will be released."

Dean recalled what happened to him when he joined the gang, and quickly replied.

"Very good." Joyce asked again, "Would you like to do me a favor?"

This is the purpose of my coming today... Dean suppressed the excitement in his heart, and lowered his head:

"My honour, my lord baronet."

Joyce picked up his teacup and took a sip, then said softly:

"I'm a person who likes equal exchange."

"Hopefully the whole thing has been investigated next time we meet, don't you think?"

"Follow your wishes."

Dean got the most ideal ending, and left with a tactful farewell.

Harry, who had listened to the whole process, made a suggestion: "Should I inform Mr. Thomas?"

"There is no need to fuss over something that has not been confirmed. Besides, didn't I entrust this Mr. Dean to investigate? He will give me a satisfactory answer."

Joyce's tone was firm, and he noticed Sophia next to him who was hesitant to speak:

"Just say what you want?"

"Why didn't he report to his boss?" Sophia pointed in the direction where Dean was leaving, wondering.

Joyce squinted at her: "Because he's smarter than you."

"He's also an ambitious person."