The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

I have to admit that in terms of hunting, "Hunters" are not even remotely better than "Assassins".

Joyce discovered that "Provocateur" Hunter could track prey based on the smell in the air. He was also good at making a variety of powders with different effects that could be used to drive away or attract prey. This made the whole hunt as exciting as he expected.

There is no half-penny relationship with Four Shots, but more like an outing.

At the end of the hunt, after enjoying a delicious barbecue meal, Charlie took his prey and left the Rose Manor.

Sharing the remaining prey with the servants, Joyce took a walk in the manor at night.

The crimson moon hung high in the sky, and the stars made it even more beautiful. He almost subconsciously praised the goddess on his chest. He even raised his hand, but suddenly realized that he was a believer of the Lord of Storms. He instead clenched his fist and beat his left hand.

chest:

"The storm is rising."

Is this blasphemous? I won't be struck to death by lightning falling from the sky, right? He looked up at the sky, and saw that the night sky was dark, lonely, and motionless.

That's right, the relationship between the Night Goddess and the Storm Lord has always been very good.

Stop your dangerous thoughts, Joyce... Although I have become an "assassin", I don't want to believe in the original witch yet.

He shook his head, turned to Sophia who was following behind him and said:

“If I want to move back to Bayam, how long will it take at the earliest?”

The maid thought for two seconds and then said:

"The houses in Bayam are always occupied and clean. If you want to go back to live there, you can always."

We need to allow time for the servants to pack their luggage, so we can entrust the investigation task to "Libra" tomorrow, and ask about the time of the extraordinary gathering... Joyce arranged the itinerary and decided: "Then leave here the day after tomorrow, you go

Make arrangements."

"Okay, Mr. Baron." Sophia bowed slightly and accepted the errand.

Joyce gave an inaudible "hmm" and stopped talking. He walked aimlessly and thought of many things, most of which turned out to be irrelevant.

"Do you think this world is beautiful?"

Sophia couldn't remember how many times Mr. Baron had surprised her today. She hesitated for a moment and answered:

"well enough."

The ignorant are fearless... Joyce was inexplicably envious of the maid behind her. Probably the thing that bothered her the most was just "my" making things difficult for her.

He sighed silently: "Go back and rest, and have a good dream."

Sophia turned around and left, hearing Mr. Baron's voice from behind: "One more thing, you don't have to be so tight when you face me in the future."

She bit her lower lip inexplicably, and when she looked back, she found that Joyce had walked away.

…………

On her first night in this world...well, maybe her second night, Joyce slept peacefully.

There was no unbearable headache and murmuring, and no "witch" appeared in the bed when I woke up.

He stood on the balcony of his bedroom, stretched out in the bright morning sun, and saw that the servants in the manor became busy, like a group of ants preparing to return to their nest.

It seems that Sophia's working ability is still very good... Joyce smiled with satisfaction and considered whether to increase her annual salary. Well, next time.

Breakfast is a medium-rare steak, paired with Rose Manor's own cellar red wine.

He had just finished eating when Butler Hunter happened to walk in.

"Master, you are looking for me."

Joyce nodded, put down the coffee with sugar and milk in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and finally said:

"I'm going out for a while, so please prepare a carriage."

Before Mr. Hunter, who had a high hairline, could agree, he added: "A normal carriage is fine. I'm not going to a banquet... Also, tell Sophia to find me something... simple...

.Some clothes.”

He originally wanted to say cheaper clothes, but he thought that a decent noble attaches great importance to his image, so he changed his words in the end.

"Okay, Master, do you have any other instructions?"

"No...oh, by the way, I have decided to move back to Bayam tomorrow."

"Yes, Sophia informed me last night."

What a professional... Joyce watched him bow and leave, feeling very emotional in his heart, and at the same time despised how quickly he had fallen.

"Provocateur" Hunter was very efficient and soon reported that the carriage was ready.

It was a four-wheel carriage that looked very ordinary from the outside. The driver was a guard dressed in civilian clothes. Joyce recognized him as one of the guards who accompanied him hunting yesterday. His name was Carl.

"Go to the Oak Bar in the Josem neighborhood."

Joyce nodded to the coachman. After entering the carriage, he found expensive and comfortable blankets and cushions. He also thought that Carl must be carrying guns and weapons. He sighed silently. If there was really danger, it was still unclear who would protect whom.

Woolen cloth!

There was silence all the way, and the carriage stopped at the door of the bar.

Instructing Karl to wait in the carriage, Joyce opened the bar door.

The smell of alcohol mixed with an indescribable strange smell hit your face. There weren't many customers, but it didn't stop them from drinking and bragging.

Joyce walked through the crowd indifferently, walked to the bar, took out two one-sule coins, and didn't say what kind of wine he wanted. He just asked: "Where is the 'scale'?"

The bartender was cleaning the glass. He glanced at him when he heard the sound, then looked at the coins on the counter, quietly took them away, and then showed a bright smile:

"The boss is in the chess and card room No. 2."

"Libra" is a man in his thirties. He is not physically strong, but the majesty he reveals is easy to convince. He is playing cards with a few people. When he sees Joyce coming in, doubts flash in his eyes.

, quickly transformed into unabashed surprise:

"Mr. Baron, long time no see!"

When he heard this title, Joyce didn't know what to say, because that was the code name he gave himself:

"I need your help with something."

When he heard that there was a commission, Mr. "Tian Ping" said to the men around him: "You guys play for me first."

"follow me."

Joyce smiled and nodded to everyone in the room, and followed him into an empty chess and card room.

"Sit down, what would you like to drink?"

"No."

Mr. Balance didn’t force himself, poured himself a glass of Southwell beer, sat across from Joyce and asked:

"What commission?"

Joyce took out a portrait and placed it on the table:

"His name is Locke. He had a long career as a pirate. He once lived in the Enmat neighborhood of Bayam. I need his address, behavioral habits, hobbies, and the crimes he committed before retiring. In short, the more detailed the better.

good."

Mr. "Tian Ping" took a big sip of beer, picked up the portrait and looked at it carefully for a while, and commented:

"He looks like a standard Loen gentleman. Such a person can be said to be more or less in Bayam."

"He is an extraordinary person?"

"The high probability is that it will not exceed sequence eight."

"Witch" Emily's purpose in approaching her must be more than that. From this, it can be inferred that the target cannot be a mid-to-high-sequence Beyonder, otherwise it would not be called acting, but sending death... Joyce, who has already figured this out, replied

Very determined.

"Extraordinary one." "Tian Ping" smacked his lips and said:

"You know, anything involving extraordinary people will not be simple. It might attract a group of people. Besides, the information you want is too complicated..."

"One hundred pounds." Joyce didn't care whether he was evading or taking the opportunity to increase the price. He simply made the final decision and offered a price he couldn't refuse.

"make a deal."

"Tian Ping" decisively agreed, and a similar commission would be worth up to fifty pounds. As for the Extraordinary... In Bayam, commissions that were not related to Extraordinaries were rare.

"I'll give you news within a week."

"Very good." Joyce took out twenty pounds and pressed it on the portrait: "This is the deposit."

Putting away the portrait and cash, "Liang Ping" drank the remaining half glass of wine in one gulp to celebrate the completion of the deal:

"Mr. Baron, today's party won't start for a while. Why don't we go play a few games first?"

Is there a gathering of extraordinary people? It’s today, what a coincidence! Joyce thought for a moment and agreed to his invitation:

"I'm worried your wallet isn't big enough."

"Haha, I like your confidence."