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"Of course these are just my personal guesses. I can't guarantee whether my thoughts are correct, but I believe in my own judgment."

It means that no matter what you think, I am right anyway?

The two chatted very enthusiastically, and soon became familiar with each other, and their relationship became closer.

"You are so knowledgeable and talented, I admire you."

Joyce said with a smile.

"Ha ha......"

Clyde Wincham smiled and waved his hand.

"I just like to see these things. In fact, I don't understand them very well."

"You are so humble."

"Father Joestar, you are so young and have such profound knowledge. You must have a deep foundation. Your family must be very wealthy." Clyde Wincham asked.

Joyce shook her head and sighed.

"I was just an orphan, raised by a priest in the church, with no family background."

"I see, you have such a wealth of knowledge and insights at this age. Your teacher must be very educated. I hope to have the opportunity to discuss it with him."

Clyde Wincham continued to ask.

Why is this person a little ignorant? He looks like a household registration checker.

Joyce shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said, "Yes, but unfortunately you may not have this opportunity. He has returned to the embrace of God."

Hearing this, Clyde Wincham's face changed, and he touched his nose in embarrassment.

"My gaffe."

Joyce smiled lightly and didn't care.

Clyde Wincham saw this and smiled too.

While chatting, Joyce also learned a lot about this person.

According to his own words, he turned out to be the president of a well-known scientific research company in Latvinia.

Now he is preparing to start his own company after leaving his job, but his company has not made much progress.

He also knew that his current abilities were not enough and needed to be improved, so he came to this country to travel and look for opportunities.

As a result, he was attracted by Joyce's temperament not long after he set foot on this land.

I wanted to make friends with Joyce.

So we stepped forward to chat. On the one hand, it was to talk about feelings, and on the other hand, it was to exchange academic knowledge and experience.

Before he knew it, Joyce had been chatting with Clyde Wincham for nearly half an hour.

Joyce said: "Your ideas and perspectives are unique. I hope that one day we can join hands to explore the mysteries of theology. We..."

Joyce hadn't finished speaking yet.

Four big men in blue uniforms rushed into the coffee shop.

He looked around, and when he saw Clyde Wincham he shouted, "I've found it. I've found it."

Then they came to him with a roar, surrounding Clyde Wincham.

"What do you want to do!" Clyde Wincham looked at the four people surrounding him and shouted, his face full of anger and fear.

"I'm warning you, don't mess around!"

His body looked a little trembling, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead, and he looked very scared.

Joyce couldn't help frowning when he saw this, and then stood up.

"Sir, are you okay? I'll help you get rid of them."

Joyce stared at the four people sharply and stepped forward.

Clyde Wincham waved his hands quickly and said: "No, no, never, they are not bad people. They just want to make friends with me."

Joyce stopped when he heard this and looked at the four people in confusion.

A middle-aged man among the four people saw Joyce stop and immediately stepped forward, extended his right hand to Joyce and said, "Hello, my name is John, nice to meet you."

"Hello, I'm Joyce Joestar, who are you?" Joyce also extended his right hand.

John Wells shook his head slightly and looked back at Wincham.

He walked up to Joyce and whispered: "Father, I'm sorry, he is a patient in our mental hospital. He ran out of nowhere this morning. I looked for him for a long time before I found him."

After saying this, he glanced back at Wincham vaguely.

He took out an ID card from his pocket and handed it to Joyce. It was proof of his employment.

Then he took out his cell phone and pulled up Wincham's file for Joyce to display.

Joyce was stunned when he learned the truth of the matter. He never thought that the person he had just had a good chat with turned out to be a patient in a mental hospital.

So I'm mentally ill too?

No wonder this dress looks so familiar.

The clown was me.

His eyes were shining with complicated light. He did not speak, but turned his head to look at Wincham, with a bit of pity in his eyes.

"Father, you..." John Wells looked at him and tried to ask, but before he finished speaking, Joyce waved his hand and joked: "It doesn't matter, you can handle it yourself. I thought at first You are here to kidnap him."

I must not let him know that I have been talking to a psychopath for so long, otherwise I will be caught too.

When John Wells heard this, he nodded slightly and said, "Okay, Father, thank you for your cooperation."

"You're welcome, I am a good young man who is very willing to help others." Joyce shrugged.

After Joyce finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Wincham and sighed inwardly, man, you are really unlucky.

After comforting Wincham, John nodded to Joyce and took him out of the cafe.

Before getting into the car, Wincham greeted Joyce warmly and asked him to visit him when he had time.

Looking at the cars going away, Joyce quickly paid and left.

He really didn't have the shame to stay in this cafe any longer. He felt that the people around him were looking at him a little strangely.

This made Joyce herself feel a little hot on her face.

177A Brick Street

Joyce had been to this neighborhood before, but had never noticed this house.

It must have been blocked by magic.

Before Joyce could knock on the door, it opened automatically.

The guardian of the Holy of Holies in New York, Master Daniel, warmly received Joyce and took him around.

Joyce was surprised to find that the inner space of the Holy of Holies was much larger than it appeared from the outside.

The interior decoration looks extremely retro, giving off a hint of mystery.

The first floor of the sanctum sanctorum houses the living room, dining room and public library.

The second floor is the living area, and the third floor is the most important area in the Holy of Holies. There is a quiet room for meditation and a secret library.

According to Master Daniel, the true ultimate protection of the Holy of Holies is the circular window with four streamlines on the roof of the third floor. It is actually the seal of Vishanti, which can protect the Holy of Holies from supernatural forces and creatures. of invasion.

The corridors in the entire Holy of Holies were winding like a maze, and there were a large number of magic props stored in them, which made Joyce greedy.