The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

The man chuckled twice, and his tone of voice fluctuated, obviously hiding his identity. Combined with the gloomy and dim environment, it sounded very scary.

"Karl? That coachman? I killed him."

"Don't worry, I'll kill you with one knife and you won't suffer any pain."

"You bastard!"

Joyce struggled hard, lifted the chair under him and rushed towards him.

The masked man kicked him back to his original position and said slowly:

"Calm down, Mr. Best, there is no need to be in such a hurry if you want to die."

"Do you know who I am?" Joyce asked.

The man smiled, seemingly not nervous at all, and sat across from him again:

"If you don't know, why am I arresting you? Is it a prank?"

"That makes sense."

Joyce nodded in agreement. Using the dim candlelight, he noticed that the man was slightly startled for a second, then calmed down and said:

"Now that you know my identity, tell me what you want. It won't be my life."

"That's right. Those who know the current affairs are heroes. If I want to kill you, why go to such trouble? Just cooperate, I have no interest in your life."

The masked man clapped pretendingly:

"I will ask you a few questions, and you must answer them truthfully, otherwise... you know what will happen."

Joyce was about to nod when he suddenly felt a strong pressure, as if there was a piece of sandpaper gently rubbing against his brain, always ready to wipe away his brain matter. The lingering feeling was very sad.

Enduring the constant fear and numbness, Joyce immediately judged that this extraordinary ability belonged to the Sequence Seven "Judge" of the Arbiter pathway.

Someone from the military? Or someone from MI9? Yesterday Thomas came to remind him, is it too much of a coincidence that he was caught here today...

"What, you have a different opinion?" Seeing that Joyce remained silent, the masked man increased the mental pressure on him.

"No...no objection...just ask." Joyce denied intermittently, his trembling voice showing his fear and cooperation.

The masked man sat up straight and asked in a deep voice:

"Did William leave anything behind for you before he died?"

"Yes..." Joyce admitted decisively, the "whip" in his mind making it difficult for him to lie.

The masked man waited for two seconds, but found that Joyce did not continue speaking. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and thought to himself: Just answer whatever I ask, and don't say more!

So he continued to ask: "What did William leave behind?"

"A... note..." Joyce answered truthfully.

"What's written in the notes?" The masked man felt that he was getting closer to the answer. He was quite excited for a moment, and temporarily tolerated Joyce's stumbling way of speaking, as if he was delaying time.

Joyce pretended to think, and then said after a minute:

"The notes...record...the history of the Best family...and some...potion formulas."

This had nothing to do with the answer the masked man imagined. He became angry and intensified his mental oppression, and asked harshly:

"You're kidding me!"

Joyce endured the uncomfortable feeling, and his voice no longer broke, but said eagerly:

"No, I'm telling the truth!"

Of course I know you are telling the truth. As an "interrogator", I still have some judgment... But I am still very angry. The masked man no longer induces, but asks straight to the point:

"Who owns the list William left?"

"List? What list?"

Joyce was stunned when he heard this, his eyes were full of doubts, and there was no trace of hypocrisy. Even the movements of his hands paused for a second.

"Damn it, don't pretend to be stupid with me." The masked man cursed and then said:

"Even if William didn't give you the list, he must have left you a clue to find it. Think about it carefully, otherwise, I will turn you into an idiot."

The pain that had just woken him up was still vivid in his mind, and Joyce hurriedly agreed:

"Let me think about it, give me some time..."

While begging for mercy, Joyce quickly thought about what this so-called "list" was... According to the experience of watching martial arts movies, "list" often refers to a group of bad guys' criminal evidence, but why did William have a "list"?

", he is a soldier, not a detective...

The masked man was a little impatient and reminded him "kindly":

"Don't waste time waiting for someone to rescue you. No one can be found in this place."

"Say the answer I want and I won't hurt you."

Joyce searched all the memories related to William and found that he had never heard him talk about the so-called "list"...

He suggested inappropriately: "Can you give me some tips?"

"How dare you put forward conditions!"

The masked man was dissatisfied at first, but he still suppressed his weird feeling and patiently gave the prompt:

"About the missing persons case in Rorsted."

Missing people!

An idea suddenly came to Joyce's mind. The story fragments he had obtained through different channels since time travel were like scattered beads, suddenly gathered together at this moment, and connected in series to form a complete necklace.

The sale of people, William's death, lists, surveillance...all the details are combined to form an almost complete story.

The origin of the story is that William somehow found out the truth about the missing persons case of Rothed, and was assassinated... But William had already guessed this result, and he left a "list" in advance that could be used as evidence... This is Ianna

The reason they only dare to monitor me but not take action directly is because they are afraid that if something happens to me, the list will be sent to a place it shouldn't go...

The fog that had been shrouding his head finally dissipated. Even though he was in darkness and even had a sharp sword hanging above his head, Joyce still felt physically and mentally comfortable.

He raised his head and glanced at the masked man who kidnapped him. Although he didn't know who sent this guy, Joyce could conclude that his life was definitely not in danger.

In the eyes of the masked man, his performance was definitely rewarding. He was very excited and hurriedly asked:

"Whatever comes to mind, tell me quickly!"

Unexpectedly, Joyce crossed his neck:

"just kill me."

The masked man laughed angrily and said sternly:

"You asked for this!"

After that, a "spiritual piercing" was released towards Joyce, who screamed in pain again, trembling even more violently, and something fell from his body while shaking.

The masked man subconsciously looked towards the ground, and with the help of the weak candlelight, he saw a golden pupil.

It's so beautiful, it should be mine... The masked man had this thought inexplicably, lowered his head and tried to pick it up.

After he got the golden pupil in his hand, Joyce, who was supposed to be tied to the chair, suddenly pulled out his hands from behind, grasped a long sword tightly, fought against the pain in his mind, and stabbed forward with all his strength.

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The masked man has been on the battlefield for a long time and has rich combat experience. When faced with this crisis, he did two things in a short time.

The first thing he did was to turn his body as far as possible to avoid fatal injuries.

The second thing was that he threw the golden pupil that he had held in his hand for less than two seconds.

Based on his experience, he has discovered that the pupil is a magical item, and magical items all have side effects. The thing he couldn't help but pick up just now must be one of them...

The unknown negative effects are deadly enough in a life and death battle.

His rich experience allowed him to avoid a fatal blow, but inevitably, he was cut with a huge wound from his left chest to his waist, which was so deep that his bones were visible.

But he survived.

Then, the masked man discovered that Joyce did not stop, but ran straight behind him. Just when he was confused, two candles were chopped to the ground. The only light source disappeared immediately, and the airtight room fell into darkness.

Five fingers of darkness.

He only heard Joyce moving around the room, his voice getting quieter and quieter, and finally disappearing into the shadows.