The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

"Become an audience member?"

Joyce was stunned when she heard this. She didn't expect the maid lady to make up her mind so quickly. Also, why should she become a spectator? Is it because I only introduced her to the extraordinary ability of the spectator path?

However, since she had already made a promise, and her choice was also in line with her own expectations... Joyce did not intend to object, but he counted on his fingers:

"The audience is Sequence Nine. Its formula is worth 200 pounds. The total ingredients for preparing the potion are at least 400 pounds."

"how much money you have?"

What, do you want more money?

Sophia had to admit that before this, she had completely ignored this very critical issue. Moreover, the money she had saved from working for ten years was only enough to buy one formula, and this was only Sequence Nine!

Looking at Joyce who kept smiling, she seemed to see countless gold medals laughing at her. For the first time, she felt that Mr. Baron's face was so hateful!

Can I take back what I just said... Sophia stood there at a loss, thinking whether her decision was a bit hasty.

"It seems you don't have enough money."

Joyce's words were nothing more than adding fuel to the fire. Before the maid lady exploded, she turned around and said:

"But, it's a coincidence. I happen to have a copy of the audience's potion formula here."

He picked up the recipe he had just written and waved it in his hand, attracting the maid's attention.

Sophia only raised her head and glanced twice, but what she was thinking was: Even if I have the formula, I can't afford the potion materials. It's not just a piece of paper, so I'd better keep my money.

"I don't see it, you are still a little miser." Joyce had no choice but to tell everything:

"Let's do this. I will give you the audience's formula and help you find the main ingredients for the potion. However, after you become an Extraordinary, you will still have to work for me."

"How about it, is it a deal?"

I had no intention of not working for you... Sophia glanced at him with a strange look, seeing that many gold pounds had decided to leave Mr. Baron because of his stupidity, and then happily agreed.

Handing the formula in her hand to the maid, Joyce ordered:

"Don't expect too much. Although it is only sequence nine, if you are very unlucky, it is common for you not to be able to collect the potion materials for a year and a half."

"Okay, I know."

Sophia said casually, focusing on the formula, as if she was trying to dig out the ingredients from the white paper. Joyce laughed and said:

"You look ignorant, go back and get excited, I'm going to bed."

After driving away the maid, Joyce sat back at the desk and took out a dark solid mass from the drawer, with a rather complicated expression on his face.

Over the past week, he has fully accepted "Joyce's legacy". He has gone from being nervous and uneasy at the beginning of time travel to being more comfortable now, and is beginning to look forward to the future.

Moreover, for some reason, "Witch" Emily suddenly disappeared, which made him confused and a little bit happy at the same time.

But now, I have to take the initiative to contact her.

Joyce used a flame to ignite the black solid, and after it melted into a black petroleum-like liquid, he spread it evenly on the mirror and watched as its color faded little by little and finally disappeared completely.

Black magic is indeed magical. In addition, the "witch" also has the ability to curse. This is why Joyce must contact Emily. He cannot guarantee that no blood or hair will fall into her hands... at least.

, there are bodily fluids...

After shaking off the charming images in his mind, the mirror still showed no change, so he decided to go to bed.

When she woke up, Joyce found three lines of frosty words on the mirror.

Three o'clock in the afternoon, Enmat Street, Four Seasons Cafe.

He calmly wiped it with a rag and erased the writing. The mirror was inexplicably cleaner. He thought to himself: This extraordinary ability is very practical for doing housework.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon... I thought it would be night, but it turns out I'm just being sentimental... What is this, killing people...? It's not to the point of killing people, right?

In any case, after meeting in the afternoon, we will probably know Emily's true purpose.

Before that, Joyce had to make some insurance for himself.

He plans to go to church to pray.

It's just a prayer, not a report... According to the grumpy old pigeon's character, if I really report it, I'm afraid they will rush over with the sealed artifact and take action. If Emily escapes or she has an accomplice, I can

Say goodbye to this world.

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People who make a living on the sea will more or less believe in some "Lords of Storms", which has also led to the extremely smooth preaching of the Church of Storms in Bayam and even the Rhoside Islands. As for the other two official churches of the Kingdom of Loen, here

There are only a few churches.

The Best family has always been a devout believer in the Lord of Storms. At William's funeral, the bishop of the diocese, Joe Gory, even attended in person.

Joyce was very impressed by him. He was in his fifties or sixties, with clear gray hair. His muscles held up the bishop's robe, and he was always ready to rush out to fight against evil.

Wave Church is the largest storm church in Bayam. Even on Monday, there are twenty or thirty believers praying devoutly inside.

Joyce chose a spot at random, closed his eyes and joined them. He seemed sincere, but in fact he didn't even dare to pronounce the honorable name of "Lord of the Storm" and was just imagining random thoughts.

Feeling that time was almost enough, he opened his eyes and acted as if he had been baptized. He heard the priest beside him softly say to him:

"Baron Best, Your Excellency the Bishop is waiting for you."

Sure enough... Joyce whispered "Thank you" in a low voice and followed the storm priest to a room behind the prayer hall.

Bishop K2, who knew immediately that he was a powerful extraordinary person, clenched his fist and hammered his left chest:

"The storm is rising."

"The storm is rising."

Joyce did the same thing.

The conversation that followed made him completely change his original stereotype of Storm Pigeons. They were just a little more irritable, but definitely not stupid.

Bishop K2 obviously heard his suspicions about the cause of his father William's death, and also hinted to me that only by joining the army can I get the answers I want, and the Church of Storms will provide the necessary help.

This is a blatant preparation to drive nails into the army... But why me? Could it be that William played exactly this role during his lifetime? His death resulted from the political struggle between the church and the king?

This is not something that he can get involved in now... Thinking of this, Joyce began to be perfunctory, showing an image of being helpless and resentful because of weakness, neither accepting nor rejecting the solicitation of Old Storm Pigeon...

...I feel a bit scumbag, but it is also for the sake of my own life and not to be ashamed...

Just when he was about to find an opportunity to slip away, a man in civilian clothes walked in and said something in Bishop K2's ear, and Joyce took the opportunity to say goodbye.

"The Lord will protect you."

Thank you, as long as you don't strike me with lightning... Joyce cursed, thanked her sincerely, and then walked out of the hall. She happened to pass by a man wearing a storm and wave patterned robe.

The man's hair was dark blue in color, messy and unkempt, and his face was resolute, as if there was a volcano hidden in his heart that was always ready to erupt.

Why do the Beyonders of the Sailor Path feel familiar... Joyce found that his gaze attracted the man's alert gaze, smiled at him, nodded his apology and left.

The man glanced behind him twice and speculated in his mind: "A polite nobleman. Looking at the badge on the carriage outside the door, he should be Joyce Best, the newly promoted baron."

A lucky man... He shook his head and walked into the room where Joyce had been just now.

"The storm is rising."

Bishop K2 asked in a deep voice:

"Alger, are you sure you want to apply to become the captain of a privateer?"

"Yes, Lord K2, I am ready."

The man named "Alger" answered calmly.

"The Lord will protect you."

"The storm is rising."