Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

Through the eyes of the audience, Joyce walked to the front of the stage calmly, no matter how uneasy he was, at least his posture was perfect.

"The future of the kingdom belongs to young people. It's time for an old man like me to give up his seat." Gordon joked, making way for Joyce to stand.

Joyce quickly persuaded: "You are always guiding us forward."

Gordon smiled and said nothing.

Joyce turned his head to face everyone, considered his language and said:

"General Gordon has high hopes for me, and I am honored and a little apprehensive about it."

"My father has always been my idol. I am proud of his status as a soldier, and I also hope to join this honorable ranks in the near future."

He raised his glass: "To all the soldiers who have fought for the kingdom."

After drinking the red wine in the glass, Joyce breathed a sigh of relief. It was very challenging for him to speak in front of so many people...especially officers. Who doesn't love compliments!

Later, General Gordon announced the start of the banquet, patted Joyce on the shoulder with satisfaction, and led him to recognize the many guests present, including William's comrades who were familiar with him, and of course some who were completely unfamiliar with Joyce. , the same is that they are both active duty or retired officers.

This is to train him as his own son and nephew... Joyce followed General Gordon, clinking glasses from time to time, talking a few words, and at the same time thinking in his heart, if he joins the army in the future, this layer of identity Enough for him to have no obstacles before he gets promoted to school.

While chatting with his old subordinate, a male waiter suddenly came to Gordon's ear and said something. The latter's expression suddenly turned cold, he pleaded guilty, turned his head and walked towards the door of the hall.

Directly opposite, a man and a woman walked in, arm in arm.

The man wore a major general's uniform, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a slightly ordinary appearance, but as a general, he was young enough.

The lady next to her looked radiant. A hollow evening dress was draped over her body, revealing her delicate collarbone. The delicate lace covered her chest. The greasy white skin was looming behind her, and a flurry of amorous feelings flowed from her eyebrows unconsciously.

Joyce's pupils shrank, his body tense subconsciously, he never thought that he would see Ianna again so soon, and face to face so close!

"Brett, what are you doing here, I don't remember inviting you." General Gordon said with obvious displeasure.

"You are old, and it is inevitable that you will forget something. I am not here to correct your mistake."

The ordinary-looking Major General Bright said with a smile, completely ignoring the former boss in front of him, and his tone was full of the victorious attitude:

"Oh, and... I have already suggested to Admiral Amelius to end your vacation early. After all, it's a pity that a general like you is so venerable to be idle at home."

"you…"

General Gordon was about to get angry when he suddenly heard Joyce coughing on purpose behind him. He didn't have to look back to guess that everyone's eyes were focused on here, so he forcibly suppressed his anger and said word by word:

"Then thank you very much."

"No thanks." Bright said lightly, with that fake smile on his face all the time:

"Can I go in for the banquet now?"

"Please." Gordon was silent for a long time before a word popped out of his mouth.

Major General Bright held Ianna, who had not said a word, and passed Gordon. When passing by Joyce, he asked casually:

"Are you Joyce Best, William's son?"

Joyce was about to respond when he heard General Gordon remind him:

"It's now Baron Best."

Bright's face twisted for a second, then he kept smiling and said:

"Yes, I also personally submitted a letter of recommendation to His Majesty the King, but unfortunately William died before accepting the canonization."

"Little Best, you have to take precautions."

Seeing that General Gordon did not continue to refute, Joyce suppressed the confusion in his heart, bowed slightly and replied:

"Thank you Major General Bright for your love."

Bright said "um" and led Ianna to the banquet hall.

Joyce's two brows clump together, because Ianna showed an attitude that she didn't know her at all, which was very abnormal in his opinion.

When he saw Ianna appear just now, the first thought that appeared in his mind: she came for him.

Could it be that I am too suspicious... Joyce thought to himself, and heard General Gordon say behind his back:

"About William, I will tell you in detail when I find time. Now you only need to know one thing. There is a conspiracy hidden in William's death."

He patted Joyce on the shoulder habitually and said comfortably:

"The truth will be revealed to the public one day. You are still too weak at the moment. Don't think about getting into this whirlpool. That's a very stupid thing."

In fact, I'm already in the center of the vortex... Joyce watched General Gordon walk away and didn't follow.

Regarding William's death, the water is deeper than I imagined...

The identity of the baron actually came from Bright's recommendation, but the two obviously belong to different camps. This is an act of financing the enemy...

How could a general do such a stupid thing, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is really unbelievable...

Joyce shook his head and saw that Ianna got into a group of men to find each other, and deliberately walked in the opposite direction.

"My name is Diego, and I was a teammate with William for a while."

Joyce looked at the straight-forward man in front of him. He was wearing the military uniform of a major of MI9. His voice was rough and powerful, and there was an obvious scar under his left eye.

"Hello, father rarely mentions things on the battlefield to me." Joyce euphemistically expressed that he did not know him.

Scar Diego didn't seem to hear the hint in his words, and continued on his own:

"That mission was very thrilling. This scar on my face was left at that time, but William impressed me even more. He was a real warrior."

"Scars are the glory of a soldier." Joyce replied simply because it was difficult to comment.

"Hahaha, well said." Scar Diego slapped Joyce's arm twice:

"You are very similar to your father, and I look forward to the day I meet you on the battlefield."

Joyce skillfully moved his shoulders and said confidently:

"Yes, Your Excellency Major."

Sending off the MI9 major, Joyce soon ushered in the next guest to greet him, as if he became the sweet pastry of the whole banquet for a while, and everyone chatted with him. Don't drive William.

Joyce took the trouble to say the same thing until the person he didn't want to face at all appeared.

"Baron Best, you are such a talented person. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to have a drink with you!"

"Of course, beautiful lady, but I don't know your name yet."

"Ianna."