The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

Joyce opened the box no longer doubting it.

He saw a pair of pale fish eyes, which were very penetrating and emitted a strange light. In comparison, the tube of red blood seemed normal.

In addition, there was a piece of paper inside, written in a completely unfamiliar handwriting: a pair of eyes of an adult manhar fish, and thirty-five milliliters of blood from a blackfish.

This is the recipe for knowing the audience.

Deterrence, or a friendly reminder?

Before you know whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, there will always be two completely opposite directions of understanding a thing.

In addition, whether they are friends or foes, they all urgently need me to become an Extraordinary. These two materials are proof... Thinking of this, Joyce suddenly realized that if he waits to get the formula of "Instigator" before buying it,

, will it be so easy to get the main ingredients of the potion?

I feel like I lost 100 million!

Many times, things like luck and destiny are really uncertain, just like the maid lady... Joyce said complicatedly:

"Now I think you should choose the 'monster' path."

Sophia was wondering why she was called to the laboratory. When she heard this, she subconsciously recalled the occult knowledge she had gained in recent days:

"The way to control luck, why?"

Joyce looked up to the sky and sighed: "Because you are so lucky!"

"come here."

Joyce waved towards her, and the maid walked up to him obediently. Seeing the two materials on the experimental table, she shook her head for two seconds and said in surprise:

"This is the main ingredient for audience potion!"

"Didn't you say that extraordinary materials are difficult to obtain?"

"That's why I say you are lucky."

Joyce felt heartbroken for another second, then quickly returned to normal and said seriously:

"Get ready to join the cruel and extraordinary world."

On the experimental table, Joyce began to prepare the potion, distilling 80 ml of pure water, adding 5 drops of colchicum essence, 13 grams of peony powder, and 7 elf flower petals.

These materials are very common, some are even used as medicinal materials and are easily available.

After adding all the auxiliary materials, the liquid in the beaker turns into color. Finally, add the eyes of the adult manhar fish and 35 ml of the blood of the blackhead fish.

The complete "spectator" potion is silvery white, viscous, with the texture of mercury, and is constantly bubbling.

It seems that all potions will bubble after being configured. What is this? The only regular event in the mysterious world?

Joyce was a little excited after successfully mixing a potion with his own hands. It felt like buying his beloved figurine in his previous life.

"Remember what I taught you?"

Sophia nodded heavily: "Use meditation to control spirituality..."

Then, she took the potion and drank it in one gulp.

From Joyce's perspective, it could be clearly observed that the maid girl first frowned, then opened her eyes, with a faint golden flash in her pupils.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

Sophia quietly experienced the extraordinary ability brought by the magic potion, which could help her stay full of energy at all times, and the whole world seemed to become clear before her eyes.

Joyce's appearance was reflected in her deep pupils. Now she could observe something different from usual. Mr. Baron seemed a little nervous, but also a little relieved, and finally showed a sense of satisfaction.

With the help of the "audience" ability, Sophia found that she seemed to be able to accurately observe other people's hearts, emotions and thoughts.

Joyce noticed the maid's condition, twitched the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand to block her sight:

"Try not to observe me, you can observe other people."

"The entire human world is the biggest stage, and everyone plays their own role in it. Although the 'audience' is not destined to be the protagonist, it will help you become the most popular one."

"The communication between people is the most worthy of observation. There is a dance tonight. You and I will go to it together. Use the ability of the 'audience' to help me find out some things."

Sophia exited the "audience" state, and the novelty had not faded, so she happily agreed.

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Councilor North lives on Constant Street, closer to the Byam Governor's Palace.

Riding in an exquisite carriage and following social etiquette, Joyce stepped onto the spot to attend the ball and saw Senator North and his wife approaching from the front.

Representative North looks like he is in his fifties or sixties, but is actually only forty years old. His wife is a mixed race of Loen and Rorsted, and her appearance and figure are well maintained.

Perhaps it is because of his wife that Congressman North maintains such naive political opinions.

Joyce walked forward quickly and said:

"Mr. North, I'm very happy to be invited by you. I'm sorry that I'm a little late."

Then, he took North's wife's hand and gave it a virtual kiss:

"Your brilliance illuminates the night."

Finally, he took a gift box from Sophia:

"This is a small gift I brought from the manor, please accept it."

Councilor North took the gift box and said with a smile:

"I hope tonight's dance can bring you a good mood."

"This is exactly what I expected."

After exchanging business compliments, Joyce entered the hall, where soothing piano music was playing, and guests of all kinds were gathering together in twos and threes to talk. He took a glass of red wine and looked at the crowd around him with a smile.

Councilor North has a close relationship with the Rothed people, so many dark-skinned locals were invited to the ball. Most of them are descendants of the original indigenous chiefs and princes, and now occupy middle-level management positions in Rothed.

For example, the chief of the Byam Police Department took the initiative to chat with Joyce and inadvertently mentioned a policeman named Dean and praised him.

Joyce naturally understood the temptation in his words and said half-truthfully:

"The growth of young people cannot be separated from the encouragement and support of their elders. I still often recall the many teachings my father gave me."

The police chief hurriedly echoed: "What you said makes sense. Ten years ago, I was fortunate enough to carry out a mission under the leadership of Mr. William, and I am still deeply impressed..."

Joyce listened boredly to his advances when he suddenly saw a familiar face and pulled away and said:

"Sorry, I saw a friend and I went to say hello."

The police chief was unfazed. He had already got the answer he wanted, and he couldn't help but sigh: What kind of bad luck did this Dean have to fall into the eyes of a baron?

In a few words, Dean's future in the police department has become brighter. This is the difference between classes... Joyce also sighed in his heart.

He didn't just give a reason to get away, but saw Charlie, who was following a middle-aged man in military uniform in a formal manner, exchanging pleasantries with others from time to time.

The middle-aged man is Charlie's father, a former rear admiral.

"Mr. Planck, nice to meet you." Joyce walked up to say hello.

"I'm glad you cheered up, too." Planck looked him up and down before saying after a while.

Joyce laughed at himself:

"This is the price of growing up."

Planck clinked a drink with him and said to Charlie behind him:

"I see you're a little annoyed too, so we'll stop here today."

Charlie smiled and did not refute:

"Then I have to go."