The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

"You'll find out soon."

Joyce said something profound.

"You wait in the car."

Sophia watched him get out of the car and leave, but she didn't react for a moment, because Mr. Baron's voice turned into a female voice, and it turned out to be very nice!

The coachman was surprised and accepted the double fare. He watched a strange "woman" get off the car and quickly walk away. He muttered in confusion:

"Did I pull her?"

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Xiangshu Avenue is located near the dock area, where adventurers and pirates are more active.

There were many reward lists for pirates posted on the door of the Gentleman's Bar. Joyce glanced at them casually and pushed open the door. What he saw was a chaotic scene of demons dancing wildly.

A dancer in ragged clothes stood in the center of the stage, dancing her body around the pole. Under the stage was a group of men drugged by alcohol who were holding wine glasses and howling in harmony with the dancer's movements.

When Joyce, dressed as a woman, entered the bar, she was as distinct as a firefly in the night sky.

Every guest who spotted him showed a surprised look, and some even drunken men staggered towards him...either scared away by his eyes, or kicked to the ground by him.

Not only was this behavior not stopped, but it actually caused waves of cheers.

This made him feel like a monkey... Joyce frowned and walked quickly to the bar.

The bartender had noticed this strange "woman" a long time ago. Experience told him that this kind of "woman" should not be offended, so he pretended that nothing happened, wiped the wine glass and said:

"Beauty, this is your first time. What would you like to drink?"

Joyce did not hide the disgust in her eyes and asked directly in a female voice:

"Is Eric here?"

The bartender stopped what he was doing, straightened his body, winked at his accomplices in the hall, and asked:

"What are you looking for him for?"

Feeling someone approaching from behind, Joyce didn't care and said coldly:

"Someone told me that Eric is very well-informed and I have a valuable commission for him."

"Who asked you to come?"

Joyce turned his head and saw two dark-skinned strong men standing in front of him in a surrounding posture. He pretended to be arrogant and asked:

"Are you Eric?"

Anger flashed through the eyes of the strong man who asked, and he stared at Joyce coldly for a while. The companion next to him broke the deadlock and said:

"The boss is upstairs."

"Come with me."

Passing the guard on the stairs, Joyce was stopped in place, but he saw Eric sitting alone at the table drinking.

As Dean said, he is dressed more appropriately, has fair skin, and soft facial features, making him more like a woman than himself in women's clothing...

The bodyguard said something in his ear, Eric looked here, waved his hand, and the guard let Joyce go.

"It's rare that a lady with your temperament appears in front of me."

Joyce put on a show-it-yourself attitude, trying to fit the identity he designed for himself, a wealthy lady with an extreme personality.

"I heard that you are very powerful. I have a commission for you, can you complete it?"

Eric smiled nonchalantly:

"It depends on what you entrust and the price you are willing to pay."

"As long as you can complete it, money is not a problem." Joyce made a bold promise, then looked around and said:

"It's too noisy here. Is there a quieter room?"

Eric drank the red wine in his glass:

"Meeting the requirements of a lady is the basic quality of a gentleman."

Joyce followed him into a well-soundproofed room. As expected, two bodyguards walked in behind him, with revolvers looming around their waists.

"I have always believed that human life is the most precious, and no matter how much I care about it, it is never too much."

Eric explained while sitting on the sofa:

"Now you can talk about your commission."

A human trafficker still pretends to be a philosopher, but he is so proud... Joyce cursed in his heart and sat calmly opposite him:

"Before we talk about the commission, I want to show you something first."

Then, he slowly opened his right hand, as if there was some unique treasure inside, completely attracting Eric's attention.

This "woman" seemed to have been holding her right fist since she came in... Eric recalled that this was enough to arouse his curiosity.

That is a golden pupil.

The moment he saw it, Eric's head felt as if someone had hit him hard. The pain and fear made him scream.

Then, many more memories appeared in his mind. Those memories seemed to conflict with each other and refused to give in to each other. Finally, they converged into one sentence: The person with golden pupils is his master, and he will obey its orders unconditionally.

After a brief period of confusion, Eric regained consciousness. He saw his bodyguard pointing a revolver at the "woman's" head. The "woman" kept a kind smile and said to him calmly:

"We should talk alone, what do you think?"

He nodded subconsciously, followed Joyce's suggestion, and angrily scolded the bodyguard:

"Put the gun away and get out."

When there were only two of them left in the room, Joyce resumed his male voice and asked quickly:

"Who asked you to spy on Joyce Best?"

"It's Crowe."

Eric answered without hesitation.

Crow! The Crow I killed? What is this development?

Joyce's brain suddenly shut down. After a second, he reacted and immediately asked:

"Claude, who is in his forties, wears silver-rimmed glasses, and was once a pirate?"

Eric recalled for two seconds:

"I don't know if he is a pirate, but the other descriptions fit the description well. Plus, he also has a golden pupil."

It's really him, "Smart Crow"!

He was investigating me, and I killed him... Good guy, we went both ways!

"What's your relationship with Chloe?" Joyce asked after calming down.

"He is my master, no... the golden pupil is my master... so, you are my master now."

Eric's words were a bit confusing, as if different thoughts were fighting in his head, but Joyce quickly understood what he meant.

The living Crowe used the "Social Death Eye" to control Eric to do things for him, but now that Crowe is dead, the "Social Death Eye" fell into Joyce's hands.

Just now, he gave Eric another psychological suggestion, which coincided with Crowe's suggestion. By some mistake, Eric now regards the "Eye of Social Death" as his master...

"Haha, you are really good at bugs..."

Wait, how do I say this English word!

I was obviously muttering in my heart, why did I say it out loud... Damn, the eye of social death... Fortunately, the Amon content in the nearby air was zero, otherwise I would have been dead!

Joyce put away the "social death eyes" with an ugly face, and asked Eric again:

"Why did Crowe ask you to investigate me...investigate Joyce?"

"I don't know." Eric replied simply.

"Where are the results of the investigation?" He changed the question.

"no result."

Why is there no result... Joyce was quite surprised by this: "Tell me in detail."

"A month ago, Crowe asked me to monitor Joyce Best's every move..."

Eric organized his thoughts and began to tell, but was interrupted before he finished the first sentence.

"etc."

Joyce called out: "A month ago?"

"Yes."

At that time, I hadn't traveled through time... I subconsciously thought that Crowe was here for me. I didn't expect that the surveillance started a month ago. He was monitoring the original owner. Why...

After a brief thought, Joyce motioned for Eric to continue.