Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

"Mr. Baron, welcome home."

"I'm more used to you calling me by my name, Harry."

"Okay, Mr. Baron."

This familiar tone of ridicule made Joyce stunned, as if he had returned to Earth and was chatting with his best friend, but unfortunately the facts in front of him refuted his delusion.

He carefully looked at this Mr. Harry, who used to be his personal servant and now the housekeeper's assistant. He was exactly the same as he remembered. He had black hair and black pupils, his hair was straightly combed to one side, and his expression was meticulous. With an extra pinch of trimmed beard on his lower jaw, he asked curiously:

"Why did you suddenly grow a beard?"

Harry didn't grow his beard for a long time. He touched the beard under his chin and said with dissatisfaction:

"In order to make myself look more mature."

Joyce probably guessed the answer, he didn't know what to think, shook his head and said:

"Mr. Hunter has never had such troubles."

Harry added faintly:

"That's because Mr. Hunter is known to be very old just by his looks."

"Hahaha"

Joyce smiled and said, "I'll tell Mr Hunter this."

"You won't, Mr. Baron."

I just said what you wanted to say... Harry swallowed the last sentence, looked at Mr. Baron, who was out of sadness, and they smiled at each other.

Joyce patted Harry on the shoulder and felt the familiar tacit understanding between the two:

"Mr. Hunter was temporarily left in the Rose Manor by me, and I will leave all the family affairs to you."

"My pleasure, Mr. Baron."

Joyce nodded, not worried about whether he was up to the job, turned around and walked upstairs, turning around and instructing:

"By the way, you bring Sophia to get acquainted with the environment. She has always lived in Rose Manor and rarely comes here."

Harry bowed and agreed, watching Joyce disappear at the corner of the stairs, and then turned his eyes to his side:

"Sophia, I've heard your name."

"Please take care of me, Mr. Harry." Sophia knew that he would be her immediate boss and behaved respectfully.

Harry maintained that serious expression and said emotionlessly:

"I hope you are qualified for this job, otherwise, I will recommend a more competent valet to Mr. Baron."

Hearing this, Sophia's expression was a little dull, she couldn't help but have a bad premonition that her life in the future might change a lot.

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In the study room on the second floor, Joyce opened the wooden box he carried with him and put aside the notebook with the family history written on it. He still didn't know what to write on his own page.

The focus was on the three letters left by William. He found the letter that recorded the potion formula, and spread it flat on the table. The highest sequence among them was the Sequence Six "Judge" of the arbitrator pathway. The sequence William was in during his lifetime, as for the low-sequence recipes of other pathways, it should be a trophy.

After reading it several times, he took out a blank piece of paper and began to write it down, matching the correct formula one by one... This made him feel nervous about endorsing the book at the end of the term... Finally, he wrote a new copy in Chinese, deliberately messing up the handwriting. Big and small, very irregular, disguised as Roselle's notes.

The paper with the Ruen language written on it, as well as William's letter, was held in his hand, lit with a match, watched the flames quickly swallow it, and threw it into the wooden trash can at the corner of the table.

Pieces of paper kept turning into black ashes, Joyce seemed to see William's shadow looming in the soaring flames, and he was smiling at himself.

The paper burns out, the flame goes out, and everything dissipates like smoke.

After a while, Joyce came back to his senses, took out a silver knife, and cut open the spiritual wall on the iron box.

There is a dagger in the box, more than a foot long, and the cold light flashes. It doesn't look special from the outside, but thinking of the negative effects mentioned in William's letter, it can subtly change the character and thinking of the person who uses it. , Joyce dare not underestimate.

Given that this is an extraordinary item of the warrior pathway, in honor of the **** of war who was backstabbed...about to be backstabbed...Joyce gave it an apt name: the blade of the broken oath.

He held the dagger cautiously and poured his spirituality, just like Popeye eating spinach, his strength suddenly increased several times, from an assassin with high attack and low imitation to a Berserker with high attack and high defense, which made him produce a punch that can be hit. The illusion of exploding steel.

At the same time, a lot of dagger fighting skills appeared in my mind, like a martial arts master giving himself a head, this feeling came and went quickly.

Even if he was prepared, he was still in a trance for two seconds. In actual combat, this is deadly enough... But these skills are surprising enough. Compared with the familiar combat in the army, they are more concise, efficient, and more fancy and magical... Joey Si's fingers moved slightly, and the dagger flexibly flew up and down between the fingers.

Then, in an instant, he had sent the dagger to the "enemy", and the speed was even faster than the afterimage.

Then, the dagger in his hand quickly turned into a one-meter-long sharp straight sword, and the whole process took less than two seconds.

Warhammer, short knife, long stick, iron whip... Joyce experienced a martial arts addiction that was proficient in all eighteen weapons, and was quite excited for a while.

Until he tried and failed to come up with a revolver, not to mention the assault rifles and other high-tech weapons that only existed in memory.

It seems that the extraordinary ability of the "Blade of Breaching Oath" is only applicable to the field of cold weapons... No more whimsical, change it into a dagger, put it back in the iron box, and close your eyes to savor.

Most of the fighting skills that have been instilled in the brain have been forgotten, but I can clearly feel the improvement in consciousness. I believe that as long as I practice hard, it will not be a problem to become a real weapon master.

But its negative effects, Joyce is a bit clueless, he can't feel the change of character at all, neither becomes irritable, nor has the desire to kill, as William said, this change is almost imperceptible until The moment it finally exploded was irreversible.

Perhaps the Beyonder of the audience pathway can detect and treat this change, probably the "psychiatrist" of Sequence Seven.

Emperor Roselle once said: Be careful with the "audience", maybe he gave you some strange psychological suggestion during the treatment.

The best way is to train a "psychiatrist" who knows the bottom line...such as "Susie", the dog of fantasy...Joyce smiled, thinking that by the time he successfully cultivated it, he would probably have been promoted to the middle sequence, and he no longer needed this. A magical item, unfortunately.

The extraordinary characteristic of the "arsonist" is a red solidified liquid, like jelly on the earth. Joyce who picked it up felt a mental burning sensation, and found that he could use the flame at a shallow level... Well, it can be used for BBQ...

When he had had enough and was about to restore it to its original state, he discovered an embarrassing problem: he would not make a spiritual wall...