Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

"Become a spectator?"

Joyce was stunned when he heard that. He didn't expect the maid to make up her mind so quickly. Also, why did she become a spectator? Is it because I only introduced her to the extraordinary ability of the spectator path?

However, since she has already made a promise, and her choice is also in line with her expectations... Joyce did not intend to object, and he counted with his fingers:

"The audience is Sequence Nine. Its formula is worth 200 pounds, and the ingredients to make the potion are at least 400 pounds."

"how much money you have?"

What, do you want money?

Sophia had to admit that before this, she completely ignored this very crucial issue. Moreover, the money she saved from working for ten years was only enough to buy one formula, and this was only Sequence Nine!

Looking at Joyce who was still smiling, she seemed to see countless gold medals laughing at herself, and it was the first time that she felt that Mr. Baron's face was so hateful!

Can I take back what I just said... Sophia stood there at a loss, thinking whether her decision was a bit hasty.

"It looks like you don't have enough money."

Joyce's words were tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, before the maid broke out and said:

"However, it's also a coincidence. I happen to have a copy of the audience's potion formula here."

He picked up the formula he had just written and waved it in his hand, attracting the attention of the maid.

Sophia only glanced up, but what she thought in her mind was: Even if there is a formula, the potion ingredients can't be bought, it's just a piece of waste paper, I'd better keep my money.

"I didn't see it, you are still a little miser." No way, Joyce had to tell the whole story:

"How about this, I will give you the audience's formula, and help you find the main ingredient of the potion, but after you become a Extraordinary, you still have to work for me."

"How about it, is it a deal?"

I didn't intend not to work for you at first... Sophia glanced at him with a strange look, seeing that a lot of gold pounds decided to leave him because of Mr. Baron's stupidity, and then happily agreed.

Handing the formula in his hand to the maid, Joyce ordered:

"Don't expect too much. Although it's only Sequence Nine, if you're unlucky, it's not uncommon to not be able to collect potion materials for a year or so."

"Okay, I know."

Sophia said in a perfunctory manner, and put all her thoughts on the formula, as if she wanted to pick the ingredients out of the white paper. Joyce laughed and said:

"It looks like you don't know anything, go back and get excited, I'm going to sleep."

Chasing away the maid, Joyce sat back on the desk and took out a black solid from the drawer, with a complicated expression on his face.

Over the past week, he fully accepted "Joyce's legacy". From the nervousness at the beginning of the journey to the ease with which he is now, he began to look forward to the future.

Moreover, for some reason, the "witch" Emily disappeared suddenly, which confused him, but also made him a little happy.

But now, I have to take the initiative to contact her.

Joyce ignited the black solid with a flame, and after it melted into a black petroleum-like liquid, spread it evenly on the mirror, and watched its color fade a little bit, and finally disappear completely.

Black magic is really magical. In addition, the "witch" also has the ability to curse, which is why Joyce had to contact Emily. He couldn't guarantee that no blood or hair would fall into her hands... At least , there are body fluids...

Throwing out the beautiful picture in his mind, the mirror still didn't change, he decided to go to bed.

When he woke up, Joyce found three lines of words formed by condensed frost on the mirror.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Enmat Street, Four Seasons Café.

He calmly wiped it with a rag to erase the handwriting, and the mirror was inexplicably much cleaner, thinking: This kind of extraordinary ability is very practical for housework.

Three o'clock in the afternoon... I thought it would be night, but it turned out that I was being self-indulgent... What is this, killing me...? Haven't reached the level of unloading?

In any case, after the meeting in the afternoon, they will probably know Emily's real purpose.

Before that, Joyce had to make an insurance policy for himself.

He intends to go to church to pray.

It's just a prayer, not a report... According to the character of the irritable old pigeon, if I really report it, I'm afraid they will rush over to do it with the sealed item. If Emily escapes, or if she has accomplices, I can Say goodbye to this world.

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People living on the sea more or less believe in some "Lord of Storms", which has also led to the smooth mission of the Church of Storms in Bayam and even the Rorsted Islands. As for the other two official churches of the Kingdom of Loen, here There are only a few churches.

The Best family has always been devout believers of the Lord of Storms. At William's funeral, Bishop Chogori even attended in person.

Joyce was very impressed with him. In his fifties or sixties, his gray hair was rooted at the roots, and his muscles supported the bishop's robe, maintaining a posture of being ready to rush out to fight crime at any time.

The Wave Church, the largest storm church in Bayam, even on Monday, there are twenty or thirty believers praying devoutly.

Joyce chose a place at random, closed his eyes and joined their ranks, seemingly sincere, but in fact he didn't even dare to pronounce the honorable name of "Storm Lord", just thinking wildly.

Feeling that time is almost enough, he opened his eyes, showing a look of being baptized, and heard the priest beside him whispering to him:

"Baron Best, Your Excellency is waiting for you."

Sure enough...Joyce whispered "Thank you" and followed the storm priest to a room behind the prayer hall.

Bishop Qiao Geli, who could be seen as a powerful Extraordinary at a glance, hammered his left chest with a fist:

"The storm is upon us."

"The storm is upon us."

Joyce did the same.

The conversation that followed made him completely change his stereotyped view of the old storm pigeons. They were just a little irritable, but definitely not stupid.

Bishop Qiao Geli obviously heard his doubts about the cause of the death of his father William, and also hinted that only by joining the army can I get the answers I want, and the Church of Storms will provide the necessary help.

This is a blatant attempt to put a nail in the army...but why me? Could it be that William played this role during his lifetime? His death stemmed from the political struggle between the church and the king?

This is not something that the current self can get involved in... Thinking of this, Joyce began to be perfunctory, showing an image of helplessness and resentment because of his weakness, neither accepting nor rejecting the solicitation of the old storm pigeon... ...It feels a bit scumbag, but it's also for the sake of my life, so I don't want to be ashamed...

Just as he was about to look for an opportunity to slip away, a man in casual clothes walked in and whispered something in Bishop Chogori's ear, and Joyce took the opportunity to say goodbye.

"The Lord will bless you."

Thank you, as long as you don't strike me with lightning... Joyce groaned, thanked him sincerely, and walked out of the hall, just passing by a man wearing a robe with a pattern of storms and waves.

The man's hair was dark blue as a whole, disheveled and disheveled, and his face was firm, as if there was a volcano ready to erupt in his heart.

The Extraordinary of the sailor path, how come there is a familiar feeling... Joyce found that his gaze attracted a man's vigilant gaze, smiled at him, nodded and apologized, and then left.

The man glanced behind his back, and speculated in his heart: "A polite nobleman, look at the badge on the carriage outside the door, he should be Joyce Best, the newly promoted baron."

A lucky one... He shook his head and walked into the room where Joyce had been.

"The storm is upon us."

Bishop Qiao Geli asked in a deep voice:

"Alger, are you sure you want to apply to become the captain of the privateer?"

"Yes, Lord Chogori, I'm ready."

The man named "Alger" answered calmly.

"The Lord will bless you."

"The storm is upon us."