Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

The two walked to a quiet corner, and Charlie breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's a good thing you're here, otherwise I'd be exhausted."

"Since going to the prom has become your burden, shouldn't you be able to handle it with ease?" Joyce asked curiously.

Charlie swallowed the champagne in one gulp, changed to a glass of red wine that was the same as Joyce's, and began to vomit:

"During this period of time, at the ball, Planck had to take him to meet different people, this general, that congressman... You know, dealing with these people is very tiring."

As a friend, Joyce knew Charlie well enough to know his lazy nature, so he joked:

"Cheers, congratulations on your escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

Charlie nodded approvingly, then asked again:

"Speaking of which, haven't you always disliked such occasions?"

Joyce noticed that Congressman North had entered the hall, which meant that the ball was about to start, he smiled:

"You still have Mr. Plank, but I'm alone now. The Best family needs friends, and that's why I'm here."

Charlie patted him on the shoulder, and put on a sincere tone:

"It's not easy, but you still have me."

Afterwards, he looked around and found that no one was paying attention, and said in a low voice: "I have successfully configured a lot of potions, and I will send them to you tomorrow." "

Joyce asked amusedly, "Isn't it still that kind of potion?"

"Of course not, am I that kind of person?" Charlie quibbled.

"Yes." Joyce replied confidently.

Charlie waved his hand and said, as if he didn't care about you:

"Don't worry, I won't cheat you."

I have serious doubts about this... Joyce sneered, and found that the hall was quiet, and Congressman North was walking onto the stage and began to give a speech.

"Thank you all friends for coming to today's ball, my wife and I are very honored"

"Lurmi said that all human beings are born free and equal. All of you present, whether you are from Loen or Rosid, are all striving for the strength of the kingdom."

"Let us put aside our prejudices and praise the gods, His Majesty the King, fate, and a better and better life."

Joyce made a fist with his right hand, and the other guests also praised the gods they believed in, and drank the alcoholic beverages in their hands.

The soothing music continued to play, and Congressman North led his wife to dance the opening dance.

Joyce did not forget the purpose of participating in the ball. Through the observation just now, he selected three people who were most likely to know Ianna. The problem now is how to get close to them. He must not go to the opening dance with a man!

"Hey, Naomi is here, probably for you."

"I slipped first."

Charlie reminded Joyce and walked away. He was very comfortable with this kind of occasion.

Naomi is tall and slender, wearing a simple milky white dress, long hair shawl, and a little makeup, unable to conceal her heroic spirit.

She came over empty-handed, with a ruddy face, as if she had drunk a lot:

"Will you invite me to a dance?"

Joyce smiled: "My honor, beautiful lady."

"Since when did you become glib?" Naomi raised her eyes and asked in surprise.

"Honesty is a virtue, the least of my virtues."

Joyce held Naomi's hand and moved his steps to the beat of the music. Seeing that she still had a distressed expression, he asked casually:

"It's such a beautiful night, why aren't you happy?"

"Who made you angry, didn't you beat him up?"

Joyce asked this question for a reason. Although Naomi is a daughter, she is keen on violence, and her fighting level is quite high. Many of her peers have been beaten by him, but they just refuse to admit it.

Naomi was silent for a while, and asked a very strange question:

"What's it like to lose all your loved ones?"

This question is not polite to a child who just lost his father. Fortunately, Joyce didn't pay much attention to it. After thinking about it, he replied:

"It's hard to accept at first, but over time, habit will overcome most of the grief."

After being silent for a while, he raised his head and added:

"What doesn't kill you will make you stronger."

Joyce didn't hear Roselle's name from Naomi's mouth, maybe the Emperor didn't leave this famous quote, maybe it was because of the girl's absent-minded state.

"Are all men fickle?" Naomi asked again.

Joyce couldn't understand her thinking at all, it wasn't like the Naomi he knew at all, so he had to make a joke to try to make her happy:

"This kind of question is not absolute. In fact, the women of Intis are also very open."

Seeing that she didn't respond, Joyce continued:

"Well, let me guess, you like a guy, but he doesn't like you, or more than you..."

"It's my uncle." Naomi interrupted.

uncle? She fell in love with her uncle? What the hell is this unfolding? Joyce paused, almost bumping into the people around him.

He knew that Naomi's parents died since she was a child, and she was raised by her uncle, Mr. Fabian, until she grew up, but this is not your... reason!

Joyce looked at Naomi in shock, heard the latter continue to speak, and could even feel the tremor in her voice:

"I found out my uncle was having a tryst with a woman."

It's okay, it's okay, now I'm changing from a taboo drama to a family ethics drama...

Joyce didn't know what to say for a while. After all, this is someone else's housework, so he could only comfort him:

"Perhaps you have misunderstood. Mr. Fabian is not that kind of person."

"But I saw it with my own eyes. He got into a carriage with that woman, and they were very intimate!"

"The way he looked at that woman was like looking at his aunt in the early years."

Naomi's tone gradually dropped, as if the world was collapsing before her eyes.

It was the first time that Joyce saw this tough girl so sad, and for a while, he felt sympathy, and until the end of the opening dance, the two of them kept silent tacitly.

Walking to the sidelines, Joyce picked up a glass of white wine, looked at the dancing crowd in the hall, and saw that Charlie was chatting happily with a group of people. Who would have thought that there was a heartbroken girl who was afraid of family breakdown!

As for Naomi, she has already drank three glasses of red wine in such a short while.

Joyce stopped her when she was about to take the fourth cup:

"Drunkness can indeed help you forget some things, but it's only temporary, and it will be more painful when you wake up."

Naomi was already drunk, she was starting to feel very sober, and she made a very wise decision.

"You're right, drinking won't solve the problem, I need to solve the root of the problem."

Joyce heard a chill from her tone, and a series of plots unfolded quickly in his mind... Could it be that he wants to get rid of the third party? Although that woman was at fault, your uncle is also responsible...

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

Naomi quickly convinced herself:

"I'm going to follow them both, find that woman's address, and get her out of here."

Let me tell you a miraculous thing. The courier company called today and said that the contract I sent out was soaked in water during the mailing process. So, I decided to move future updates to night. Although the two are not related.