Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

"Become an audience?"

Joyce was stunned when she heard it. She didn't expect the maid to make up her mind so quickly. Also, why do you want to be an audience member? Is it because I only introduced her to the extraordinary abilities of the audience path?

However, since she has already made a promise, and her choice is also in line with her expectations... Joyce did not intend to object, only to see that he counted with his fingers:

"The audience is Sequence Nine. Its formula is worth 200 pounds, and the ingredients for the potion are added together, and the minimum is 400 pounds."

"how much money you have?"

What, do you still need money?

Sophia had to admit that before that, she had completely ignored this very crucial issue, and the money she had saved after working for ten years was only enough to buy one formula, and this was only Sequence Nine!

Looking at Joyce who kept smiling, she seemed to have seen countless gold medals laughing at her. For the first time, she felt that Mr. Baron's face was so hateful!

Can I take back what I said just now... Sophia stood in place, bewildered, considering whether her decision was a bit hasty.

"Looks like you don't have enough money."

Joyce's words were tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. Before the lady maid broke out, she turned around and said:

"However, it's a coincidence that I have a copy of the audience's potion formula here."

He picked up the recipe he just wrote and waved it in his hand, attracting the lady's eyes.

Sophia only looked up and glanced at it, but what she thought was: Even if there is a formula, the potion materials can't be bought. It's not a piece of waste paper, so I'll keep my money.

"I didn't see it, you're still a little miser." No way, Joyce had to tell the whole story:

"Well, I'll give you the audience's recipe, and I'll help you find the main ingredients of the potion, but after you become a Beyonder, you still have to work for me."

"How is it, is there a deal?"

I didn't intend not to work for you at all... Sophia glanced at him with strange eyes, saw that many gold pounds decided to leave him because of the baron's stupidity, and then agreed happily.

Handing the recipe in his hand to the maid, Joyce instructed:

"Don't expect too much, even though it's only Sequence Nine, if you're unlucky, it's not uncommon that you won't be able to collect potion materials within a year and a half."

"Okay, I know."

Sophia said casually, focusing on the recipe, as if she was going to dig the ingredients out of white paper. Joyce laughed:

"You look like you don't know, go back and get excited, I'm going to sleep."

After driving away the maid, Joyce sat back at the desk and took out a lump of black solid from the drawer, with a rather complicated expression.

This week, he has fully accepted "Joyce's Legacy", from the nervousness at the beginning of the journey to the ease at present, and he began to look forward to the future.

And, for some unknown reason, Emily the "Witch" disappeared suddenly, which made him confused, but at the same time, he was also a little overjoyed.

But now, I have to take the initiative to contact her.

Joyce ignited the black solid with flame. After it melted into a black oil-like liquid, he spread it evenly on the mirror, and watched as its color faded a little, and finally disappeared completely.

Black magic is really amazing. In addition, the "witch" also has the ability to curse, which is why Joyce has to contact Emily. He can't guarantee that he has no blood or hair in her hands... At least , there are bodily fluids...

Throwing out the charming picture in his mind, the mirror still remained unchanged, and he decided to go to bed.

When he woke up, Joyce found three more lines of words condensed from frost on the mirror.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Enmatt Street, Four Seasons Cafe.

He calmly wiped it with a rag to erase the handwriting, and the mirror was inexplicably clean. He thought: This extraordinary ability is very practical for housework.

At three o'clock in the afternoon... I thought it would be night, but it turned out that I was being affectionate... What is this, removing grinding and killing...? Not to the point of unloading, right?

In any case, after meeting in the afternoon, you will probably know Emily's real purpose.

Before that, Joyce had to make an insurance for himself.

He plans to go to church to pray.

Just pray, not report... According to the character of the irritable old pigeon, if I really report it myself, I am afraid they will rush over with the sealed artifact. In case Emily runs away, or she has an accomplice, you can do it yourself. Say goodbye to this world.

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People who seek a living on the sea will more or less believe in some "Lord of Storms", which also leads to the mission of the Church of Storms in Bayam and even the Rhosid Islands. There are only a few churches.

The Best family has always been a devout follower of the Lord of the Storm. At William's funeral, Bishop Chogory of the diocese even attended in person.

Joyce was very impressed by him. At the age of fifty or sixty, his gray hair was distinct, his muscles covered his bishop's robe, and he was always ready to rush out to fight evil.

The Church of the Waves, the largest storm church in Bayam, even on Mondays, there are twenty or thirty believers praying devoutly in it.

Joyce chose a position at random, closed his eyes and joined them. He seemed sincere, but in fact he didn't even dare to pronounce the title of "Lord of the Storm", he was just thinking wildly.

Feeling that the time was almost enough, he opened his eyes, showing the appearance of being baptized, and heard the priest beside him whispering to him:

"Baron Best, Your Excellency the Bishop is waiting for you."

Sure enough... Joyce whispered back "Thank you" and followed the storm priest to a room behind the prayer hall.

Bishop Chogori, who knew at a glance that he was a powerful Beyonder, clenched his fist and hammered his left chest:

"The storm is on."

"The storm is on."

Joyce did the same.

The following conversation made him completely change his stereotyped view of the old storm pigeons. They are just a little irritable, but they are definitely not stupid.

Bishop Chogori obviously heard his doubts about the cause of my father William's death, and also hinted that only by joining the army can I get the answers I want, and the Church of the Storms will provide necessary help.

This is a blatant preparation to insert a nail in the army...but why me? Could it be that ~www.NovelMTL.com~ William played this role during his lifetime? His death stemmed from the political struggle between the church and the king?

This is not something that he can be involved in now... Thinking of this, Joyce began to perfunctory, showing an image of helplessness and resentment because of his weakness, neither accepting nor rejecting the solicitation of old storm pigeons... ...it feels a bit scum, but it's also for the sake of life, not ashamed...

Just as he was about to find a chance to slip away, a man in civilian clothes walked in and said something in Bishop Chogory's ear, and Joyce took the opportunity to bid farewell.

"The Lord will bless you."

Thank you, as long as you don't hit me with lightning... Joyce murmured, thanked him sincerely, and walked out of the hall, just passing by a man in a robe with a storm and waves pattern.

The man's hair was dark blue as a whole, and it was messy and unkempt, and his face was firm, as if there was a volcano that was ready to erupt at all times hidden in his heart.

The Beyonder of the Sailor Path, how can it feel familiar... Joyce found that his gaze attracted the man's alert eyes, smiled at him, nodded apologetically, and left.

The man glanced behind him and speculated in his heart: "A polite noble, looking at the badge on the carriage outside the door, he should be Joyce Best, the new baron."

A lucky one... He shook his head and walked into the room where Joyce had just stayed.

"The storm is on."

Bishop Chogori asked in a deep voice:

"Alger, are you sure you want to apply to be the captain of the privateer?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Chogori, I am ready."

The man named "Alger" answered calmly.

"The Lord will bless you."

"The storm is on."