The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

"Mr. Baron, welcome home."

"I'm more used to you calling me by my first name, Harry."

"Okay, Monsieur Baron."

This familiar and teasing tone made Joyce stunned, as if he had returned to Earth and was chatting with his best friend. Unfortunately, the facts in front of him dismissed his delusion.

He carefully looked at Mr. Harry, who was once his personal valet and now the housekeeper's assistant. He was exactly the same as in his memory. He had black hair and black eyes, and his hair was neatly combed to one side. His expression was meticulous. The only change was

A neatly trimmed beard appeared on his chin, and he asked curiously:

"Why did you suddenly grow a beard?"

Harry had obviously not grown his beard for a long time. He touched the beard on his chin and said with dissatisfaction:

"To make myself look more mature."

Joyce probably guessed the answer. Not sure what he thought of, he shook his head and said:

"Mr. Hunter has never had such troubles."

Harry added quietly:

"That's because Mr. Hunter's appearance alone would tell others that he is very old."

"Hahaha"

Joyce smiled heartily and said: "I will tell Mr. Hunter this."

"You won't, Monsieur Baron."

I just said what you wanted to say... Harry swallowed back the last sentence and looked at Mr. Baron who was coming out of sadness. The two looked at each other and smiled.

Joyce patted Harry on the shoulder and felt the familiar understanding between the two:

"I have temporarily left Mr. Hunter at Rose Manor, and I will leave all the family affairs to you."

"My pleasure, Monsieur Baron."

Joyce nodded, not worried about whether he could do the job. He turned and walked upstairs, turning back and saying:

"By the way, take Sophia to get familiar with the environment. She has been living in Rose Manor and rarely comes here."

Harry bowed and agreed, watching Joyce disappear around the corner of the stairs, and then turned his eyes to him:

"Sofia, I have heard your name."

"Please take care of me, Mr. Harry." Sophia knew that he would be her immediate superior, so she behaved respectfully.

Harry kept his serious expression and said emotionlessly:

"I hope you are qualified for this job, otherwise, I will recommend a more qualified valet to Mr. Baron."

When Sophia heard this, her expression was a little dull, and she couldn't help but have a bad premonition that her life might change a lot in the future.

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In the study room on the second floor, Joyce opened the wooden box he carried with him, took away the notebook with the family history written on it and put it aside. He didn't know what to write on the page that belonged to him.

The focus is on the three letters left by William. He found the piece of paper that recorded the potion formula and spread it flatly on the table. The highest sequence among them was only the Sequence Six "Judge" of the Arbitrator Path. This was probably

The sequence that William was in during his lifetime, as for other low-sequence recipes, they should be trophies.

He read it carefully several times, took out a blank piece of paper and began to write down, matching the correct formula one by one... This made him feel nervous as if he was endorsing it at the end of the semester... Finally, he rewrote it in Chinese, deliberately changing the handwriting.

I made it big and small, very irregular, and pretended to be Russell's notes.

He took the paper written in Loen language and William's letter in his hand, lit it with a match, watched the flames quickly devour it, and threw it into the wooden trash can at the corner of the table.

The sheets of paper continued to turn into black ashes, and Joyce seemed to see William's shadow looming in the flying flames, and he was smiling at himself.

The paper burns out, the flame goes out, and everything dissipates like smoke.

After a while, Joyce came back to his senses, took out a silver knife, and cut open the spiritual wall on the iron box. The spirituality floated away, and a gust of wind rose out of thin air.

There is a dagger in the box, more than a foot long, with a cold light. It doesn't look special from the outside, but considering the negative effects mentioned in William's letter, it can subtly change the personality and thoughts of the person who uses it.

, Joyce did not dare to underestimate him.

Since this is an extraordinary item of the warrior path, in order to commemorate the God of War who was backstabbed...and was about to be backstabbed...Joyce gave it an appropriate name: the Oath-Breaking Blade.

He carefully held the dagger and poured his spirituality into it. Just like Popeye eating spinach, his strength suddenly increased several times. He changed from an assassin with high attack and low imitation to a berserker with high attack and high defense, giving him a punch that could hit him.

The illusion of exploding steel.

At the same time, a large number of dagger fighting skills appeared in my mind, just like a martial arts master giving himself an initiation. This feeling came and went quickly.

Even though he was prepared, he was still in a daze for two seconds. In actual combat, this would be fatal... However, these skills are surprising enough. Compared with the military fighting he is familiar with, they are simpler, more efficient, and more fancy and magical...

Joyce moved his fingers slightly, and the dagger flew up and down between his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, in an instant, he had sent the dagger in front of the "enemy" at a speed that was even faster than an afterimage.

Then, the dagger in his hand quickly turned into a one-meter-long sharp straight sword, and the whole process took no more than two seconds.

Warhammer, short knife, long stick, iron whip... Joyce experienced the martial arts addiction of being proficient in eighteen kinds of weapons, and was quite excited for a while.

Until he tried to get a revolver, but failed, let alone assault rifles and other high-tech weapons that only existed in his memory.

It seems that the extraordinary ability of the "Oath-Breaking Blade" is only applicable to the field of cold weapons... No more whimsical thoughts, change it into a dagger again, put it back in the iron box, close your eyes and reflect.

Most of the fighting skills that were instilled in my mind have been forgotten, but I can clearly feel the progress in consciousness. I believe that as long as you practice diligently, it will not be a problem to become a true weapons master.

As for its negative effects, Joyce was a bit unable to deal with it. He could not feel the change in his personality at all. He neither became irritable nor had a desire to kill. As William said, this change was almost imperceptible until

The moment it finally broke out it was irreversible.

Perhaps the Extraordinary in the audience path can detect and treat this change, probably a "psychiatrist" in Sequence Seven.

Emperor Russell once said: Be careful of the "audience", maybe he will give you some strange psychological hints during treatment.

The best way is to train a "psychiatrist" who knows the basics...such as the fantasy dog ​​"Susie"... Joyce smiled and thought that by the time he was successfully trained, he would most likely have been promoted to the middle rank and would no longer

It's a pity that this magical item is needed.

The extraordinary property of "Pyromancer" is a ball of red solidified liquid, like jelly on the earth. Picking it up, Joyce felt a spiritual burning sensation and found that he could use flames at a shallow level...

…Well, it can be used for barbecue…

When he had enough fun and was about to restore it to its original state, he discovered an embarrassing problem: he couldn't make a spiritual wall...