Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

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

"Joyce, you have now restored the title of baron. 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 planned it in his heart, he still said generously on the surface:

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

"Ambition." Plank praised, and then said:

"However, your title of nobility is inherited from William, and has not been personally canonized by His Majesty the King... I heard rumors that someone wants you to go to Backlund."

I wish I could go to Backlund... But I have no friends there, only enemies.

Seeing Mr. Plank's calm expression, it seems to be implying something, probably Major General Brett's trick... Joyce quickly came to a judgment.

He smiled: "I am looking forward to that day."

There was a little surprise in Plank's eyes. After understanding what Joyce had done, he didn't think that the other party could not understand his hint, it could only be that he had enough confidence.

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

Charlie sent it a long way, and when he came outside the gate, he whispered:

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

So cautious, it can only be a party held by the "Life School", but I have already got clues from the "Onyx Peacock", and I can have something next Monday... Joyce thought easily.

Wait, the "lucky guy" who calls himself Robinson is probably a member of the "Life School". He said that he needs to make some preparations. Will he plan to participate in this extraordinary party on Sunday... It's not impossible... It's a pity Everyone at the party will wear a disguise, it is difficult to recognize the other party's real identity, otherwise you can know the other party's hole cards.

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

The fate is not as good as the people, and before he had time to go out the next day, he was blocked at home.

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, I went out to do something a while ago."

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

"What's the rush with me?"

Thomas took a sip of the coffee at hand. The bitterness was accompanied by sweetness. At some point, the coffee at Joyce's house changed to sugar and milk.

"Are you a Extraordinary?" He asked softly.

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

Thomas tapped his fingers on the handle of the chair, once and for all, as if hesitating, and finally replied:

"I investigated the files left by the dead Major Diego, and traced the source to find some strange things."

Joyce sat upright, made a gesture of listening attentively, and motioned for the other party to continue talking.

"Remember 'balance'?"

Without waiting for Joyce to respond, as if asking and answering himself, Thomas continued without pausing:

"I was the one who informed you of the meeting held by 'Balance'. This came from an order from Diego. He believed that the death of Mr. William was related to the disappearance of Rorsted some time ago... I think you may be clearer."

"I don't know what channel you used to obtain the potion formula, but you asked for extraordinary materials at the 'Balance' party."

"On the second day, Diago used his contribution points to cash in two extraordinary materials at a low price from within MI9... Afterwards, 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 just got lucky."

Thomas, whose train of thought was interrupted, was not angry, but his voice became more flat:

"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 Joyce:

"You know, I'm a person with a strong thirst for knowledge."

"I did some investigations on my own initiative. MI9 closed the case very quickly, because there was a hint 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 disappeared."

"In the end, all investigations into the disappearance of Rorsted were stopped... Don't you think it's a coincidence that these things happened?"

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

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

Thomas shook his head and said, "It doesn't mean anything. The whole matter has been settled. 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, showing a sincere and hearty smile:

"no."

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

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

"Which way did you choose?"

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

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

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

"Understood." Thomas asked quickly as if letting go of some burden:

"What's next?"

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

"Becklund is the most prosperous city in the world, but it's also dangerous."

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

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

Joyce smiled and said, "Even if you really want to go, it's hard to determine the departure time. Isn't your letter in a hurry?"

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

"My father is a viscount. He has good personal relationships with many influential councilors and nobles. Maybe he can help you to some extent."

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

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