Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

I have to admit that in terms of hunting, "Hunter" is not a little better than "Assassin".

Joyce discovered that Hunter the "Provocateur" could track prey according to the smell in the air, and he was also good at making a variety of medicinal powders with different effects to drive or attract prey, which made the whole hunt as exciting as he expected. Four shot has nothing to do with halfpenny, it's more like an outing.

After the hunting was over, and after enjoying a delicious barbecue meal, Charlie took his prey and left Rose Manor.

Sharing the rest of the prey with the servants, taking advantage of the night, Joyce took a walk in the manor.

The crimson moon hung high in the sky, and the stars adorned it more and more beautifully. He almost subconsciously praised the goddess on his chest, and raised his hands, but suddenly realized that he was a believer of the Lord of Storms, so he clenched his fist and punched the left chest:

"The storm is upon us."

Is this blasphemy? I won't be struck to death by lightning from the sky, will I? He looked up at the sky, the night sky was dark and lonely, and there was no movement.

That's right, the relationship between the Goddess of the Night and the Lord of Storms has always been very good.

Stop your dangerous thoughts, Joyce... Although I have become an "assassin", I don't want to believe in the original witch yet.

He shook his head, turned his head and said to Sophia who was following behind:

"If I want to move back to Bayam, how long will it take?"

The maid thought for two seconds, then said:

"Bayam's house has always been lived in and cleaned. If you want to go back and live there, you can do it anytime."

We need to allow time for the servants to pack their luggage. Tomorrow, the investigation task will be entrusted to "Tian Ping". By the way, I will ask about the time of the Extraordinary Gathering... Joyce arranged the schedule and decided: "Then leave here the day after tomorrow, you go Arrange it."

"Okay, Mr. Baron." Sophia bowed slightly, accepting the errand.

Joyce let out an inaudible "hmm", stopped talking, and walked aimlessly, thinking of many things like a powerful and unconstrained style, but most of them turned out to be irrelevant.

"Do you think the world is beautiful?"

Sophia couldn't remember how many times Mr. Baron surprised her today, she hesitated for a moment and replied:

"well enough."

The ignorant are fearless... Joyce is inexplicably envious of the maid behind her, and probably the thing that bothers her the most is "me" making things difficult for her.

He sighed silently: "Go back and rest, and have a good dream."

Sophia turned to leave, and heard Mr. Baron's voice from behind: "One more thing, you don't have to be so tense when facing me in the future."

She bit her lower lip inexplicably, and when she looked back, she found that Joyce had gone away.

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The first night in this world... well, maybe the second night, Joyce slept soundly.

There was no headache-inducing raving, and no "witch" appeared on the bed after waking up.

Standing on the balcony of his bedroom, he stretched wantonly in the bright morning sun, and saw the servants in the manor becoming busy, like a group of ants preparing to return to their nest.

It seems that Sophia's work ability is still very good... Joyce smiled with satisfaction, considering whether to increase her annual salary, um, next time.

Breakfast is a medium-rare steak paired with the cellared red wine produced by Rose Manor.

He had just finished eating when the butler Hunter just walked in.

"Master, you are looking for me."

Joyce nodded, put down the coffee with sugar and milk in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and finally said:

"I'm going out for a while, please prepare a carriage."

Before waiting for Mr. Hunt, who has a rather tall hairline, to agree, he then added: "The carriage is just plain, I'm not going to a banquet... Also, tell Sophia, help me find a more plain dress. "

He wanted to talk about cheaper clothes, but thought that a decent nobleman took his image very seriously, so he changed his words at the end.

"Okay, master, do you have any other orders?"

"No...oh, yes, I have decided to move back to Bayam tomorrow."

"Yes, Sophia notified me last night."

What a professional... Joyce watched him bow and leave, feeling very emotional in his heart, and at the same time despised how fast he had fallen.

"Provocateur" Hunter was very efficient, and soon reported that the carriage was ready.

It looked like an ordinary four-wheeled carriage, and the driver was a guard dressed in casual clothes. Joyce recognized him as one of the guards who accompanied him to hunt yesterday, and his name was Carl.

"Go to the Oak Bar in Josem Street."

Joyce nodded towards the coachman. After entering the carriage, he found expensive and comfortable blankets and cushions. He thought that Carl must be carrying guns and weapons. He sighed silently. If he was in danger, he might not know who would protect him. Woolen cloth!

All the way without a word, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the bar.

Telling Carl to wait in the carriage, Joyce pushed open the bar door.

The smell of alcohol, mixed with an inexplicable strange smell, hits the face. There are not too many customers, but it does not prevent them from drinking and bragging.

Joyce walked through the crowd indifferently, walked to the bar, took out two one-soul coins, didn't say what kind of wine he wanted, but asked, "Where is the 'Balance'?"

The bartender was wiping the glasses. He glanced at him, then looked at the coins on the counter, and took them away without a sound. Then he showed a bright smile:

"The boss is in the chess and card room No. 2."

"Tian Ping" is a man in his thirties. He is not physically strong, but the majesty revealed invisibly is easily convincing. He is playing cards with several people. When he sees Joyce coming in, doubts flash in his eyes , which quickly turns into an unabashed surprise:

"Mr. Baron, long time no see!"

Hearing this name, Joyce didn't know what to say, because that was the code name he gave himself:

"I need your help with something."

Hearing the entrustment, Mr. "Tian Ping" said to his subordinates: "Play for me first."

"follow me."

Joyce smiled and nodded to everyone in the room, and followed him into an empty chess and card room.

"Sit down, what do you want to drink?"

"No."

Mr. "Balance" didn't force him, poured himself a glass of Southwell beer, sat opposite Joyce and asked:

"What commission?"

Joyce took out a portrait and placed it on the table:

"His name is Locke. He has a long career as a pirate. He once lived in the Enmat neighborhood of Bayam. I need his address, behavior habits, hobbies, and crimes he committed before 'retirement'. In short, the more detailed the more the better. good."

Mr. "Tian Ping" drank a big mouthful of beer, picked up the portrait and looked at it carefully for a while, and commented:

"Looks like a standard Loen gentleman. This kind of person doesn't say too much in Bayam, but says a lot less."

"Is he a Extraordinary?"

"The high probability is that it will not exceed Sequence Eight."

"Witch" Emily's purpose of approaching her must be more than that. From this, it can be inferred that the target cannot be a mid-to-high-sequence Beyonder, otherwise, it would not be called impersonation, but death... Joyce, who had already figured this out, replied is very sure.

"Extraordinary." "Tian Ping" smacked his lips and said:

"You know, things involving Extraordinary people are not easy, maybe it will attract a group of people, and the information you want is too complicated..."

"One hundred pounds." Joyce didn't care whether he shied away or wanted to take the opportunity to increase the price, so he made a final decision and offered a price he couldn't refuse.

"make a deal."

"Scale" resolutely agreed, similar commissions can be up to fifty pounds, as for Extraordinary... In Bayam, entrustments not related to Extraordinary are rare.

"Within a week, I will give you news."

"Very good." Joyce took out twenty pounds and pressed it on the portrait: "This is a deposit."

Putting away the portrait and cash, "Tian Ping" drank the remaining half glass of wine in one gulp, celebrating the conclusion of the deal:

"Mr. Baron, today's party won't start until a while later, why don't we go play two games first?"

Extraordinary party? Just today, what a coincidence! After thinking for a while, Joyce agreed to his invitation:

"I'm afraid your wallet isn't big enough."

"Haha, I like your confidence."