The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

There was a brief silence at the table, and Planck continued:

"Joyce, you have now restored your title of baronet. Once His Majesty the King approves this proposal, you will naturally have the opportunity to have a seat in the House of Lords."

When Joyce heard this, no matter how he arranged it in his heart, he still said generously:

"I will obtain the glory of the nobility through my own efforts, not in this way."

"Ambitious." Planck praised and then said:

"However, your noble title was inherited from William and has not yet been canonized by His Majesty the King himself... I heard rumors that someone is trying to get you to go to Backlund."

I wish I could go to Backlund...but I have no friends there at all, only enemies.

Looking at Mr. Planck's calm expression, he seemed to be hinting at something. It was probably Major General Bright who was behind this... Joyce quickly came to a conclusion.

He smiled: "I'm looking forward to that day."

Plank's eyes were slightly surprised. After understanding what Joyce had done, he didn't think that the other party couldn't understand his hint. He could only have enough confidence.

The dinner ended in a peaceful atmosphere, and the two played another game of chess. The rules were similar to chess... Joyce was naturally no match for him and returned home defeated.

Charlie sent it far away to the outside of the gate, and then whispered:

"There is a party on Sunday, I will go find you."

Being so cautious can only be a gathering held by the "School of Life", but I have already got clues about the "Agate Peacock" and will be able to find out next Monday... Joyce thought lightly.

Wait, the "lucky guy" who calls himself Robinson is probably a member of the "School of Life". He said he wants to make some preparations. Will he plan to attend this extraordinary gathering on Sunday... It's not impossible... It's a pity.

Everyone at the party will be wearing a disguise, making it difficult to recognize each other's true identity, otherwise you can learn each other's trump cards.

There are clues to the main material of the "Witch" in Sequence Seven, but the potion of the "Instigator" has not been digested yet... Joyce is a little troubled and plans to go to the dock area tomorrow to look for opportunities to act and speed up his body.

Digestion of potions.

God's calculations are not as good as those of people. Before he could go out the next day, he was blocked at home.

Thomas, who was promoted to Sequence Seven "Interrogator" and is now a Major of MI9, came to visit.

In the familiar living room, the two of them sat down separately.

Joyce smiled and asked: "Why do you have time to come to my place today... I heard that you have been promoted to major. I haven't had time to congratulate you yet!"

Thomas' complex expression flashed past, he looked directly at Joyce and said:

"It's just good luck. In fact, I came to see you once, but you were not at home."

"Well, I went out and was busy with some things some time ago."

Joyce said simply and perfunctorily, unwilling to talk more on this topic, and continued to ask questions:

"What's the emergency with me?"

Thomas took a sip of the coffee at hand. It was bitter and sweet. I don't know when the coffee at Joyce's house changed to adding sugar and milk.

"Are you an extraordinary person?" he asked softly.

"Why do you ask?" Joyce said, not denying it.

Thomas tapped the handle of the chair with his fingers, once and for all, as if hesitating, and finally he answered:

"I investigated the files left by the dead Major Diego and traced the source and found some strange places."

Joyce sat upright, making a gesture of listening, and motioned for the other party to continue speaking.

"Remember 'The Scales'?"

Without waiting for Joyce to respond, Thomas continued without pausing, as if he was asking himself a question:

"I informed you of the party held by 'Libra'. This came from Diego's order. He believed that Mr. William's death was related to the missing persons case in Rossid some time ago... I thought you might be more aware."

"I don't know how you obtained the magic potion formula, but you purchased extraordinary materials at the 'Balance' party."

"And the very next day, Diego used his contribution to cash out two extraordinary materials at a low price from within MI9... Subsequently, the two of you were assassinated on the same day. He died, but you survived...

…”

Joyce concluded: "That was an assassin sent by the rebels. I was just lucky."

Thomas, whose thoughts were interrupted, did not appear angry, but his voice became calmer:

"Yes, the conclusions of MI9 and the Bayam Police Department are surprisingly consistent. All the evidence points to the rebels."

He agreed, then raised his eyes to look at Joyce:

"You know, I have a strong thirst for knowledge."

"I did some investigations on my own initiative. MI9 closed the case very quickly because there was a signal from Major General Bright. But not long after, Major General Bright was grounded until he was sent back to Backlund...

…At this very moment, you happened to disappear.”

"In the end, all investigations into the missing persons case in Rosted were stopped... Don't you think these things happened by coincidence?"

Joyce picked up the coffee cup, and it was easy to tell that it was brewed by Sophia herself. Only the maid knew her habits best.

The atmosphere of silence gradually spread, and he commented: "It's a good story, but what does it mean?"

Thomas shook his head and said: "It means nothing. The whole matter has been concluded. All the plots just now are just my guesses."

Then, he slightly emphasized his tone:

"I want to know one thing, did you kill Diego?"

Hearing this, Joyce grinned with a sincere and hearty smile:

"no."

Thomas didn't care, it seemed like he was just asking casually. He was silent for a moment, and when he raised his head, a complex expression seemed to be etched on his face.

"You purchased extraordinary materials twice from the Balance, but they were different. One was the audience sequence, and the other was the assassin sequence..."

"Which path did you choose?"

Joyce's smile quickly faded: "How do you know?"

Thomas simply replied: "The authority of a major is much greater than that of a captain."

"I didn't choose either." Joyce answered.

"I understand." Thomas seemed to have let go of some burden and quickly asked:

"What are your plans next?"

Joyce said: "I went to Charlie's house for a dinner last night and had a pleasant chat with Mr. Planck. He hinted that I might be asked to go to Backlund to personally accept the canonization of His Majesty the King."

"Backlund is the most prosperous city in the world, but it is also equally dangerous."

Thomas sighed after recalling it for a moment, and then added:

"Before you leave, remember to inform me in advance that I need you to help me bring a letter home."

Joyce smiled and said: "Even if we really want to go, it is difficult to determine the departure time. Isn't your letter urgent?"

"Don't worry." Thomas finally smiled: "What matters is not the letter, but the person who delivers the letter."

"My father is a viscount and has very good personal relationships with many influential parliamentarians and nobles. He may be able to help you to some extent."

"Don't say no, because we will always be brothers."

After Thomas left, Joyce was left alone in the drawing room, deep in thought.