The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

Different from the smog that hangs over the city in Backlund all year round, in Bayam in the early morning, the air is fresh and the sky is clear. People can see the blue sky as soon as they open their eyes.

The Storne neighborhood is located in the most prosperous area of ​​​​the entire city. Most of the people living here are well-established Loen people, as well as powerful figures such as local chiefs before colonization. In order to ensure a decent and safe upper class life, they ordered

A police force composed mostly of locals conducts non-stop patrols in the Stone neighborhood.

As soon as the genius dawned, uniformed local policemen went out in groups, using batons and violence to drive away homeless people and suspicious elements.

The man huddled up in a ball on a lounge chair in the park was woken up by a baton. He looked fearfully at the two policemen in front of him, one long and one short. He left amidst their scoldings and almost ran into an oncoming carriage.

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Fortunately, the coachman was experienced and immediately pulled the reins to avoid the accident, and reprimanded loudly:

"You can't walk without eyes!"

The homeless man lowered his head and was submissive, but couldn't say a complete sentence. Seeing this, the elderly policeman stepped forward helplessly and said in half-baked Loen dialect:

"Hello, I'm sorry...I'll take him away right away."

The driver was very frightened and said impatiently: "No, let him watch it when he walks later."

"sure."

After the carriage started to leave, the policeman returned to his arrogant tone and said to the homeless man:

"Bugun, what are you waiting for? Wait for me to treat you to dinner!"

The young policeman who spent all his savings to get this position saw all this and asked curiously:

"Why don't you arrest him?"

"Catch him and take care of his business." The elderly policeman continued patrolling and explained as he walked: "These homeless people are eager to be caught and taken to the police station. They have not committed much crime. They can only be detained for a few days and have some food."

Some sleep."

So that’s it, the young policeman changed the question: “Whose carriage does that belong to?”

"Look at the badge on the carriage. It is the symbol of the Best family. He is a real nobleman." The elderly policeman did not hide the envy in his tone.

The young policeman had a good memory and recalled the badge that flashed just now: a hammer smashed into the void and created a ball of flame.

Thinking of the scene just now, I felt a little excited for a moment. Even a servant was like this. It is conceivable that the status of a noble is one day, and I will also get this status.

The older policeman was unaware of the ambitions of his juniors. He saw a sneaky figure not far away looking left and right, and immediately shouted:

"Who is that, and what does he do?"

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"Don't look at me with such complicated eyes. What I said will always count, unless... you take the initiative."

Several carriages containing luggage and servants set off first, and Joyce and Sophia also got on a carriage and prepared to leave Rose Manor.

He saw that the maid wanted to peek at him but didn't dare to look a little cute, so he couldn't help but tease her.

Sure enough, when she heard this, the maid who had been pretending to be an ostrich straightened her neck and retorted in a low voice:

"I don't know how."

"That's not necessarily true." Joyce deliberately came closer to her and counted on his fingers: "I'm handsome, I have a title, I'm young, and I'm very rich. What do you want to fight with me?"

Sophia thought about it carefully and didn't seem to think anything was wrong, so she could only say firmly:

"It won't happen anyway."

"Haha, you're very good, you have a lot of backbone, I like you." He smiled, and deliberately patted the maid lady's shoulder, leaned on the soft cushion again, and continued to ask:

"Tell me your story. In my memory, you seem to have lived in the house for many years."

Sophia was silent for a while, with many images flashing through her little mind. She was actually a very observant person. Looking at the lazy man in front of her, she was keenly aware that Mr. Baron had become different, and she felt the most deeply.

The most important thing is that Mr. Baron no longer makes things difficult for himself and can even tolerate his own willfulness.

Maybe I was the first to discover it... The maid couldn't help but praise herself in her heart, and after sorting out her words, she said:

"Mr. William saved my life when I was ten years old, and I have been working in the manor since then."

Good guy, hiring child labor is... William always likes to adopt homeless children and train them from an early age, perhaps out of love and justice, and also as a last resort in a colony as a means of self-protection.

Looking up and seeing that Mr. Baron had no reaction, Sophia continued:

"My mother is a native of Rossed, and my father is a Loen."

"Yeah, I can see it."

Joyce refers to the fact that she prefers the appearance of the Loen people and maintains the figure of the local people, perfectly combining the advantages of the two.

"Before I was born, he left Bayam and returned to Loen, leaving his pregnant wife behind. He only left a large amount of money, well, for me and my mother."

Since Bayam became a colony, many Loen people have burst out with gold-digging enthusiasm. They find a local woman to solve their needs and earn enough money before returning to the country and becoming a decent gentleman.

In comparison, the maid's father at least left "living expenses", which is considered conscientious... Joyce's mind kept thinking, and he asked:

"and after?"

"Later, when I was ten years old, I was accidentally kidnapped by a gang. Soon after, Mr. William appeared and rescued me, but my mother had been sold far away and could not be traced."

The maid recounted the ordeal in an understated tone, as if she no longer cared about it, but the sadness in her eyes was undeniable. Joyce couldn't help but think about what he was doing when he was ten years old? Probably studying for the increasing number of courses.

trouble.

In order to shake off the low mood that filled the air, he concluded: "In the end, I was lucky enough to become my personal maid."

How can this be called luck? Sophia still remembers that Mr. Baron was drunk that day. If she hadn't persisted in resisting, I'm afraid...

"What, don't you feel lucky?" Joyce asked deliberately.

"...lucky." Sophia answered rather unnaturally, thinking in her heart: Mr. Baron and Mr. William have completely different personalities.

Okay, teasing should be moderate... Joyce warned herself to stop joking with the maid, put a locked wooden box next to her on her knees, and rubbed it with her hand:

"I see you've looked at it several times. Are you curious about what's inside?"

"No, no..." The maid shook her head subconsciously, and quickly blushed and said, "I'm a little curious."

Joyce tried to smile, but failed:

"What's inside is my father's relics."

"Mr. William is the most upright and kind-hearted person I have ever met." Sophia said this with admiration on her face.

A soldier, a soldier who rose to the rank of colonel due to his military exploits... maybe, but he was indeed a good father. Joyce half-closed his eyes and stopped talking until he reached his destination.

The carriage slowly stopped, and the coachman said respectfully: "Mr. Baron, we have arrived."

The maid opened the curtain, and Joyce stepped out of the carriage with the wooden box in hand. He saw a three-story garden villa, No. 14 Stone Street, a familiar home.

When he walked into the door, he was keenly aware of someone staring at him. He looked where the eyes came from and saw two policemen, one long and one young. The one staring at him was the younger policeman. Joyce smiled at him.

He smiled, turned around and walked into the villa door.