Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

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

"Joyce, you have now resumed the title of baron. Once His Majesty the King approves this proposal, you will have a logical opportunity to have a seat in the House of Lords."

When Joyce heard the words, no matter how his heart was arranged, he still said generously on the surface:

"The honor of the nobility, I will obtain it through my own efforts, not through this method."

"Aspirational." Planck praised, then said:

"However, your noble title was inherited from William, and it has not been conferred by His Majesty the King in person... I heard rumors that someone is trying to send you to Backlund."

I hope I go to Backlund... But I have no friends there at all, only enemies.

Looking at Mr. Plank's calm appearance, he seemed to be implying something. It was probably the ghost of Major General Bright... Joyce quickly came to a judgment.

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

Planck's eyes were slightly surprised. After learning about what Joyce had done, he didn't feel that the other party could not understand his hints, but he could only have enough confidence.

The dinner ended in a peaceful atmosphere, and the two played chess again. The rules were similar to chess... Joyce was naturally not an opponent, and returned with a big defeat.

Charlie kept sending it far away, and when he came to the door, he whispered:

"There is a party on Sunday, I'll find you."

So cautious, it can only be a gathering held by the "School of Life", but I have already got the clue of "Agate Peacock", and it will be available next Monday... Joyce thought lightly.

Wait a minute, the "lucky guy" who calls himself Robinson is probably a member of the "School of Life", he said to do some preparation, will he plan to attend this extraordinary party on Sunday... It's not impossible... It's a pity Everyone at the party will wear a disguise, and it is difficult to recognize the true identity of the other party, otherwise you can know the other party's cards.

The main material of the Sequence Seven "Witch" has clues, but the potion of "Instigator" has not yet been digested... 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.

The sky is not as good as the human, and before he could go out the next day, he was blocked at home.

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

In the familiar living room, the two of them took their seats separately.

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

Thomas' complicated expression flashed by, looking directly at Joyce and saying:

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

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

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

"What's the urgency for me?"

Thomas took a sip of the coffee at hand. The bitterness was accompanied by sweetness. I don't know when the coffee at Joyce's house changed to sugar and milk.

"Are you a Beyonder?" he asked softly.

"Why do you ask that?" Joyce said, without denying it.

Thomas tapped the handle of the chair with his fingers, and seemed to hesitate, and finally replied:

"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 attentively, and motioning for the other party to continue speaking.

"Remember 'Scales'?"

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

"It was I who told you about the party held by the 'Scales'. It came from an order from Diego. He believed that Mr. William's death was related to the Rorsted disappearance case some time ago... I think you may know better."

"I don't know how you got the potion formula, but you asked for extraordinary materials at the 'Scales' party."

"On the second day, Diego used his contribution value to cash out two extraordinary materials from MI9 at a low price... Then, the two of you were assassinated on the same day, he died, and you survived... …”

Joyce concluded: "It was an assassin sent by the rebels, and I was just lucky."

Thomas, who was interrupted, didn't get angry, but his voice became duller:

"Yes, the conclusions of MI9 and the Bayam Police Department are surprisingly consistent, and 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 investigation on my own initiative. MI9 closed the case very quickly, because there was a signal from Major General Bright, but it didn't take long for Major General Bright to be grounded until he was sent back to Backlund... ... at this point in time, you just happened to be missing."

"Finally, all investigations into the disappearance of Rorsted were called off... Don't you think these things happened by coincidence?"

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

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

Thomas shook his head and said, "It doesn't mean anything. The whole thing has been concluded. All the plots just now are just my guesses."

Then, he slightly intensified his tone:

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

Hearing this, Joyce grinned openly~www.wuxiamtl.com~ showing a sincere and cheerful smile:

"no."

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

"You have purchased extraordinary materials from 'Scale' twice, but they are not the same. One is the audience sequence and the other is the assassin sequence..."

"You, which path did you choose?"

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

Thomas simply replied: "The major has more authority than the captain."

"I didn't choose either." Joyce gave the answer.

"Understood." Thomas quickly asked as if he had put down some burden:

"What's your plan next?"

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

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

Thomas recalled for a moment and then expressed emotion, then added:

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

Joyce smiled and said, "Even if you really want to go, the departure time is difficult to determine. Are you in a hurry?"

"Don't worry." Thomas finally smiled: "The important thing is not the letter, but the person who delivers the letter."

"My father is a Viscount. He has a good personal relationship with many influential members of parliament and nobles, and may be able to help you to some extent."

"Don't refuse, because we will always be brothers."

After Thomas left, Joyce was left to meditate in the living room alone.