Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

Passing the eyes of the audience, Joyce walked to the stage calmly, no matter how disturbed he was, at least his posture was perfect.

"The future of the kingdom belongs to young people. It's time for an old man like me to make room." Gordon joked, making room for Joyce to stand.

Joyce quickly persuaded: "You are always guiding us forward."

Gordon smiled, but said nothing.

Joyce turned his head to face everyone, considered his words and said:

"I am honored and somewhat terrified that General Gordon has high hopes for me."

"My father has always been my idol, and I am proud of him as a soldier, and I also hope that in the near future, I can join this glorious rank."

He raised his glass: "To all the soldiers who have fought for the kingdom."

After finishing the red wine in the glass, Joyce heaved a sigh of relief. It was very challenging for him to speak in front of so many people...especially military officers. After all, who doesn't like compliments!

Afterwards, General Gordon announced the start of the banquet, patted Joyce on the shoulder with satisfaction, and led him to meet many guests present, including William's comrades who were familiar with him, and of course there were also people who were completely strangers to Joyce. , the same in that they are both active duty or retired military officers.

This is to train him completely as his own nephew... Joyce followed General Gordon, clinking glasses with people from time to time, chatting a few words, and at the same time thinking in his heart that if he joined the army in the future, what would happen at this level? His status is enough for him to have no obstacles before being promoted to colonel.

While chatting happily with his old subordinates, a male waiter suddenly came to Gordon and said something in Gordon's ear. The latter's expression turned cold, he apologized, and turned his head to walk towards the entrance of the hall.

Directly opposite, a man and a woman came in arm in arm.

The man was wearing the uniform of a major general, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a slightly ordinary appearance, but as a general, he was young enough.

The lady next to her looked radiant, with a hollowed-out evening dress draped over her body, revealing her delicate collarbone, her chest covered by delicate lace, her white and greasy skin looming behind her, and there was an involuntary flair between her brows.

Joyce's pupils shrank and his body tensed subconsciously. He never expected to see Ianna again so soon, and face to face at such a close distance!

"Bright, what are you doing here? I don't remember inviting you." General Gordon said with obvious displeasure.

"You are getting old, it is inevitable to forget something, I am not here to correct your mistakes."

The ordinary-looking Major General Bright said with a smile, he didn't pay attention to the former boss in front of him at all, and his tone was full of victorious attitude:

"Oh, and... I have already suggested to Admiral Amyrius to end your vacation early. After all, it is a pity that such a respected general like you is at home."

"you……"

General Gordon was about to get angry when he suddenly heard Joyce behind him deliberately cough twice. He didn't need to turn his head to guess that everyone's eyes were focused on this place, so he suppressed his anger forcibly and said word by word:

"Then thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Brett said lightly, with that fake smile on his face all the time:

"Can I go in to the banquet now?"

"Please." Gordon was silent for a long time before a single word popped out of his mouth.

Major General Brett held Ianna, who hadn't said a word, and passed Gordon. When he passed by Joyce, he asked casually:

"You are Joyce Best, William's son?"

Just as Joyce was about to respond, he heard General Gordon deliberately reminding him:

"It's Baron Best now."

Brett's face twisted briefly for a second, then he kept smiling and said:

"Yes, I also personally submitted a letter of recommendation to His Majesty the King. Unfortunately, William died before accepting the canonization."

"Little Best, you have to be a warning."

Seeing that General Gordon did not continue to refute, Joyce suppressed the confusion in his heart, bowed slightly and replied:

"Thank you Major General Bright for your kindness."

Brett gave a "hmm" and led Ianna towards the banquet hall.

Joyce's brows were clustered, because Ianna acted like she didn't know herself at all, which seemed to him very abnormal.

Just now when Ianna appeared, the first thought that popped into his mind: she came for him.

Could it be that I am too suspicious... Joyce thought to himself, and heard General Gordon say behind his back:

"About William, I will tell you in detail when I find time later. Now you only need to know one thing. There is a conspiracy hidden in William's death."

He patted Joyce on the shoulder habitually, and said comfortingly:

"The truth will be revealed to the public one day. You are too weak at present. Don't think about diving into this vortex. It's a very stupid thing."

In fact, I was already in the center of the vortex...Joyce watched General Gordon go away and did not follow.

Regarding William's death, the pool of water is deeper than I imagined...

The baron's identity came from Brett's recommendation, but the two obviously belong to different camps. This is an act of capitalizing on the enemy...

How could a general do such a stupid thing? It's really unbelievable...

Joyce shook his head, and saw Ianna get into a group of men to go both ways, and deliberately walked in the opposite direction.

"My name is Diego, and I have been teammates with William for a while."

Joyce looked at the single-handed man in front of him, wearing the uniform of a major from MI9, with a rough and powerful voice, and an obvious scar under his left eye.

"Hello, my father rarely mentioned things on the battlefield to me." Joyce euphemistically expressed that he didn't know him.

Scar Diago didn't seem to hear the hint in his words, and continued on his own:

"It was a very dangerous mission and I got this scar on my face from that time, but William impressed me even more. He is a real fighter."

"Scars are the glory of soldiers." Joyce didn't like to comment, so he simply responded.

"Hahaha, well said." Scar Diago slapped Joyce's arm hard twice:

"You are very similar to your father, and I look forward to the day I meet you on the battlefield."

Joyce moved his shoulders skillfully, and said confidently:

"Yes, sir."

After seeing off the major from MI9, Joyce soon welcomed the next guest who came to greet him, as if he had become the favorite of the whole banquet for a while, and everyone chatted with him completely differently. No William.

Joyce said the same words tirelessly until the person he didn't want to face appeared.

"Baron Best, you are such a talented person. I wonder if I can have the honor to have a drink with you!"

"Of course, beautiful lady, but I don't know your name yet."

"Ianna."