Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

Blinking his eyes, he found that he was right...

Ianna restrained her surprise and walked forward, only to find that the two stopped talking at the same time, and nodded to her solemnly.

At this moment, Yianna had an illusion in a trance: that is, the two of them are in the same group, and she is just an outsider!

"What are you talking about, so happy?" She asked with a smile.

Joyce said perfunctorily: "It's nothing, let's just chat casually. Your Excellency, Major General, has profound knowledge and is worth learning from."

Ianna turned her eyes to Brett again, who nodded invisibly.

She stopped asking, but raised her hand to invite:

"The dance is about to start, are you ready for the opening dance?"

Joyce put down his wine glass and took Ianna's weak and boneless hand:

"That's exactly what I was looking for."

The melodious music sounded, and the men and women walked down the dance floor, stretching their bodies to their heart's content.

The beginning of the music was relaxed and soothing, but Joyce was familiar with it. He thought, this could not be the song changed by Roselle, right?

"Your dance is as graceful as your person," he said after dismissing his idle thoughts.

Ianna put her arms around Joyce's shoulders, and the two got closer and closer. Her breath could reach Joyce's face, making the latter experience what it means to exhale like blue:

"Behind the elegance, there is a passionate heart. Do you want to know more about it?"

Damn, so direct! I'm not ready yet...

Joyce asked earnestly, "I wonder when will I get this opportunity?"

Ianna chuckled twice, her expression becoming more and more charming:

"Soon, because I am more and more interested in you."

Suddenly, she changed the subject: "I heard about the assassination, you are very lucky."

I have already discussed this issue with Brett... Joyce said confidently: "Lucky results are often attributed to strength, what do you think?"

"So, I survived, and Major Diego died."

Yianna took a deep look at him: "You are right, strength is the most important thing."

The song enters the middle and becomes more and more high-pitched, as if the waves are beating against the rocks one after another, releasing continuous passion.

Joyce let go of his left hand, and Ianna skillfully turned sideways several times before returning to the former's arms.

She continued: "When I was young, I heard a fable about Emperor Roselle."

"One day, the emperor went out in his carriage and found a praying mantis in the middle of the road, trying to stop the carriage with its forelimbs up."

"For mosquitoes, the praying mantis is strong enough, but it only needs to be gently run over by a carriage to completely bury it in the dust."

Joyce immediately went on to say, "Unless..."

"The carriage has reasons for having to turn."

Yianna pondered for two seconds, then Zhanyan agreed: "It makes sense."

"When I chatted for the first time at the dinner last week, I thought you were very good. Now I am more and more sure of my judgment. You are a really smart person."

"Thank you for your compliment." Joyce said modestly:

"That's because I've been looking forward to seeing you again, and I've made a lot of preparations for it."

Then, as if thinking of something, he asked, "There's something I've always been curious about..."

"At last week's dinner, we obviously had a good chat, but you suddenly left the banquet in a hurry. Did you encounter any urgent matter?"

Finally, he said apologetically: "Forgive me for paying attention to you, it is because your temperament is very unique."

Ianna said with a toothless smile: "It seems that I am also a lucky person to be favored by Mr. Baron."

"I was not feeling well that night, so I came to leave early."

Joyce asked with concern: "Is it better now?"

"Much better," Ianna said.

As the song came to an end, the movements of the two became slower and slower, and finally ended the opening dance with an elegant posture.

There was warm applause at the ball, Joyce took Ianna by the hand, put his hand on his chest, and gave a gentlemanly salute.

Then, he found Brett's gaze in the crowd, and mouthed something without making a sound:

"Thank you for your pointers."

"Another dance?" Ianna asked.

Joyce tactfully refused: "Although I really want to continue, I don't think I should occupy you for too long, otherwise, the other male guests present will melt me ​​with their eyes."

"For example, Major General Bright over there."

Ianna was taken aback when she heard the words, turned her head to see Brett's stern expression, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Major General is always so serious, it seems that you are not going to invite me to dance the second dance?"

Joyce let go of her hand: "This is respect for you."

Yianna nodded and said, "Okay, let's talk in detail after the three opening dances are finished."

Joyce readily agreed, turned and left, purposely passing by Brett, and said softly:

"The woman gave it back to you."

A follower of the Lord of Storms, His Excellency Major General Bright, how could he bear this kind of grievance?

With a "click", the wine glass in his hand shattered, but Joyce walked away without looking back.

"What's the matter?" Ianna just approached and asked.

Brett called the waiter to clean up the broken glass, and said with a blank expression, "It's nothing."

Ianna took it for granted, and didn't ask in detail, but just advised:

"No matter what Joyce tells you, don't care. He is deliberately irritating you and making you continue to make mistakes. Don't be fooled."

The two turned their eyes to Joyce, and saw that he was having fun with several young and beautiful ladies, looking like a playboy.

Yianna continued: "He knows a lot of secrets, and even understands the personalities of both of us very well. It is obvious that he came prepared."

"What the hell is he trying to do?" Brett asked harshly.

The music started again, and Ianna pulled him onto the dance floor:

"Haven't made a statement yet, but he's very confident and doesn't want to turn his back on us, presumably he has other plans."

Brett said impatiently: "If you want me to see it, you can torture him, if you don't believe him, you won't hand over the list."

Ianna sighed: "Don't forget the result of the divination. The list is still floating in the sea. Even if you kill Joyce, it will only anger the people behind him, resulting in a deadly situation."

Brett snorted coldly, suppressing his anger:

"Then what should we do? Are we expecting him to take the initiative to hand over the list?"

Ianna smiled inexplicably: "You are right."

"However, it's not that we asked Joyce to hand over the list, but what does he want to exchange for the list?"

If he was as full of sense of justice as William, then he would not have come to tonight's dance at all... Ianna thought in her mind, turning around lightly, just in time to meet Joyce's gaze.

He raised his glass, and she smiled back.