The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

In the dead of night, after delivering the news of "plan progress" to Emily, Joyce fell asleep peacefully.

The next day, Sunday, the Extraordinary Party at the Bay Tree Bar will be held in the evening.

After dinner, Joyce wanted to go out alone, so she deserved to be dissuaded by Hunter, the provocateur.

"Master, it's getting dark now. It may be dangerous to go out now. Please let me follow you to protect you."

Joyce explained: "MI9 has found out that the last assassination was a terrorist attack caused by the rebels. Therefore, Bayam's vigilance has been greatly strengthened to prevent similar things from happening again."

Hunter kept silent, expressing his persistence with silence.

In desperation, Joyce had to resort to his trump card:

"I'm going out to meet a girl..."

Finally, he left No. 14 Stone Street under Mr. Hunter's complicated eyes.

This is not a lie, he did have an appointment with a girl... Joyce defended in his mind and took a car to the place where they made an appointment.

The strange thing is that after waiting for nearly ten minutes, he did not see Miss "Soothsayer".

But she was let go... If you think about the worst, maybe she was in danger and now has extraordinary characteristics... If she doesn't show up within five minutes, I will go to the party by myself...

Perhaps she heard his voice, and soon Miss "Soothsayer" appeared in sight.

"You're late," Joyce said.

Katrin did not apologize, but stared at his face in confusion:

"How did you become like this?"

If the divination hadn't been confirmed, I wouldn't have recognized it at all... She added in her mind.

Of course it's because I put on makeup...it seems to have a pretty good effect. Joyce was secretly proud and explained:

"It is the most basic caution to disguise yourself when attending strange and extraordinary gatherings."

Catlin retorted: "Normally, party organizers would provide disguised props."

"That's right." Joyce nodded in agreement, then glanced at her gently:

"But in that case, the organizers will know your true appearance, which may bring danger, especially to this first-time gathering."

Catlin was stunned when she heard this. She felt that the caution she was proud of was completely outshone in front of this man. She felt a little upset for a moment:

"You're right, let's go."

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This is Joyce's first time at the Bay Tree Bar, but there's nothing unusual about it, except that it's bigger, noisier, and the atmosphere is crazier.

Dancers in ragged clothes, life-and-death fights with fists and fists, and all kinds of gambling games...

Through the crowded crowd, the two came to the underground trading market.

There are many people setting up stalls, selling herbal medicines, charms, ancient books and some true or false occult knowledge... Of course, the most common guns and ammunition are also indispensable.

Joyce watched casually with interest and suddenly stopped in front of a stall.

There were all kinds of strange and weird objects on the stall. Joyce knelt down and picked out one of them.

It was a strange-looking astrological disk, but unfortunately it lacked a pointer. If you tap it twice with your fingers, it would make a bronze-like sound.

After playing with it for a while, Joyce asked with great interest: "How much does this cost?"

The owner of the stall is a young man. He was stunned by the appearance of the man and woman in front of him for two seconds. After coming to his senses, he quoted the price: "Five pounds."

Joyce happily took out a five-pound note and handed it over, still holding the astrolabe in his hand.

The young stall owner was stunned for a moment and subconsciously took the gold pound. When he saw Joyce and the others turning to leave, he realized belatedly that his asking price seemed to be lower...

"Friendly reminder, that astrolabe cannot be used." Katrin said from the side. The identity of "divineer" is enough to prove this statement.

"I know." Joyce responded happily and put the astrolabe in his arms:

"But this astrolabe is quite old. It should be an ancient artifact from the Quaternary Period. Five pounds is not expensive."

The Fourth Age, well, he has been collecting antiquities from the Fourth Age... For some reason, Katrin didn't ask any further questions and walked straight to the end of the trading market.

She stepped forward and knocked on the door, three long and three short.

The door opened from the inside, and after entering, there was a small room with only two candles for lighting. As expected, there were props for party members to disguise themselves on the walls.

Joyce habitually put on a clown mask and a hood, and Katrin also dressed similarly. Under the guidance of the waiter, she walked through a dark corridor and walked into a bright room at the other end.

This room is much more spacious, and the decoration is quite luxurious and golden. Unfortunately, as an aristocrat, Joyce's aesthetics is full of the atmosphere of the nouveau riche and has no taste at all.

Nearly twenty people have gathered inside, and others are joining one after another.

Right in front of the hall, an old man was lying on an easy chair. He was tall and stared at every party member who came in. His eyes were bright and sharp, which did not match his age at all.

Katrin came closer and whispered:

"It seems that this 'giant man' is very capable. He can actually gather so many extraordinary people, and he can also come up with extra extraordinary materials. Maybe there is an organization behind it."

I know that it is most likely the "Witch Cult"...Joyce responded: "As long as he has no ill intentions, it is a good thing for us."

Katrin nodded with deep understanding: "Yes, it's really difficult for wild Beyonders. Even survival is a problem. If I hadn't bought the materials from you, I don't know how long it would have been before I could be promoted."

"Hopefully, we all have the same good luck tonight," Joyce said.

After the number of people stopped growing, "Hercules" Ozil sat up straight and said in a vicissitudes of voice:

"The party can begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, a steady male voice suddenly sounded:

"Ozir, where are the materials and magical items you promised to bring out?"

The lack of respect in the man's words showed his familiarity with Ozil, the "Hercules", and his unshakable self-confidence.

Joyce suddenly felt that the voice was familiar, but he couldn't tell where he had heard it before.

"Hercules" Ozil chuckled:

"Of course there is, don't worry."

Later, the waiter in the room distributed a piece of paper to each member, with two extraordinary materials and two magical items written on it.

Joyce only glanced at it and couldn't take his eyes away again, because one of the extraordinary materials was the main ingredient of another potion that he had been waiting for.

He suppressed his inner excitement and waited for "Hercules" to continue:

"Whoever wants the above can ask for it now."

Hearing this, Joyce immediately said: "I want the 'Complete Snake Letter of the Blue-Eyed Gray Python'."

"This little brother is very urgent."

"Hercules" Ozil chuckled and looked around: "Does anyone else need this material?"

After a short silence, "Giant Hercules" decided:

"450 pounds, the material is yours."