Under the thick darkness of the night, the stars in the sky were almost obscured by clouds, and only the purple moon was still shining brightly, reflecting the strange colors of things on the earth.

There are not many candles lit in the slums of Lunsu City, and some trivial household garbage on the streets, as well as leaves and dust, are blown away by the wind.

In the wooden house of the old Rupert's family, Joyce had already fallen asleep, and in his dazed sleep, the scene seemed to be near the cemetery, and he dreamed that the old Rupert was growing maggots in the wounds of his body, and those maggots were still wriggling, and he looked extremely numb.

And in the darkness of the dream, a figure with a metallic brilliance was staring at old Rupert, and the eyes of the metallic figure were like two red rusty lights.

"Whew!"

Just as Rupert Sr. was struggling in pain from his injuries in the dream, Joyce suddenly sat up from the bed.

I don't know if it was because she was frightened in the nightmare, or if she was too anxious, Joyce couldn't help but feel dizzy in the dark, her back was covered with sweat, and she hadn't completely gotten rid of the nightmare.

After breathing continuously for a while, Joyce slowly came back to his senses, and his rapid heartbeat calmed down a little.

"Boom!"

Groping for a match on the small table in front of the window, and striking a candle of inferior quality, Joyce could not help but feel a little bad before he could rejoice in waking up from the nightmare.

The wind whistled and occasionally rattled the cabin, and the flickering candle flame made Joyce's heart flutter.

Picking up the candlestick and turning to the rag partition of old Rupert, Joyce's pupils shrank when he found no one on the cot.

"This dream can't be a bad omen, right?"

Joyce remembered very well that the elder Rupert had not left before he went to bed after dark.

When Elena went back to the Chapel of Life at dusk, old Rupert was nowhere to be found, and Joyce was the only one left in the cabin.

"Where is old Rupert going, do you want to go to the cemetery at this time?" Joyce was anxious, annoyed that old Rupert went out without saying a word.

Although the old Rupert was often away from home in the past, Joyce now is different from before, and his thoughts and consciousness are supported by Ye Chen.

"Maybe I'm too nervous to have such a dream!" After hesitating for a moment, Joyce still found a reason to convince himself.

At this time, it was late at night, and it was inconvenient to go out of the city, and he might encounter danger, Ye Chen, who was determined to become Joyce, didn't want to be suspicious.

And even if he went out of the city to find the cemetery, if something really happened, Joyce didn't think he could help and do anything.

"Old Rupert must be hiding something, he adopted me and Elena from the orphanage, according to common sense, it should be for his old age, and at this age he has entered the gate of glory, is it to pan for gold like a young man, to pursue glory?" Joyce muttered silently in his heart.

During the day, old Rupert said that he was leaving, but Joyce didn't think about it that much, in fact, he ignored it.

"It can't be any enemy, right?"

Joyce didn't dare to mumble, he just thought about it because of strange dreams.

After confirming that he was in the cabin, now that the candle was lit, Joyce simply sat on the bed and glanced vaguely at his left palm.

After a while, Joyce's left palm appeared with a coiled top cover texture, and then it faded into the flesh and blood.

"What can this mark do, can it make me more powerful? Seeing those three enforcers of the church during the day, it seems to be quite strange, it is likely that they are the secret ones in Joyce's poor memory, damn it, he only knows so much, but he still studies archaeology. Ye Chen secretly slandered and disliked Joyce.

"No, I have made up my mind, I will be Joyce in the future, not to mention that I will survive in the future, Ye Chen will be Joyce for a while, my body and mind cannot be reconciled, and I have to get schizophrenia in the long run, I am Joyce, Joyce is me. The black-haired young man silently chanted a mantra and lay back on the bed.

Seeing the inferior candles emit black smoke, Joyce got up again and blew out the candles on the table.

Having a good night's rest to relieve her mental digestion and memory, Joyce plans to try to find a job tomorrow, but she can't go back to the academy to have a look.

"The moon here is purple, and it is no longer in the solar system. Joyce, lying on the bed, couldn't even speak from her heart.

During the day, the Psychic Ritual incident at Toton Manor seemed to be over, but Joyce feared that it wasn't really over.

Even if Joyce was the only one in the cabin at this time, he was cautious, afraid that someone would use some strange means to listen to and watch.

There was no talk all night, and it was not until the next morning, when there was a loud noise outside, that Joyce woke up and relaxed.

"The neighbor Mr. Bellamy's house is really panicked, his small cabin can accommodate nine people, the family's financial resources are mainly supported by Mr. Bellamy's miners, they are all so poor, and they also organize a superbirth team, and they start making trouble early in the morning, it's a disaster!" Joyce on the bed couldn't stand the noise coming from the neighbor's house not far away.

Joyce got up and fetched some water from the water tank and went outside to wash up with a small stool.

People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, and clothes are not good, and Joyce has to clean himself up before he can find a job.

Dressed in a wide-legged jacket, Joyce poured a glass of water, ate some of the rye bread left over from yesterday, and after putting on her velvet shoes, she opened the drawer of the small wooden table and looked at one of the silver and seven copper buruns.

Putting the rest of the living expenses in the cabin, Joyce really didn't feel at ease, and after thinking about it, he brought all of them and put them in the inner pocket of his jacket, of course, Yinao and Tongbrun had to be placed separately, which was more secure and easier to spend.

Putting on her black top hat, Joyce unlocked the hut and walked out of the narrow alley.

In the morning, the miners' street was a complete chaotic scene, with itinerant vendors selling food, shouting hoarsely, and people hurrying to work, and some schoolchildren all walking alone or in groups.

Looking at the scene on the street, Joyce felt familiar with this place for a moment, and the memories of him and Elena living here as children came to mind little by little.

Joyce knew that even in the slums, it would be a blessing to have a house of her own.

The vast majority of people living on this street do not have their own homes, and they rely on renting rooms and apartments, and if their meager income fails to pay their rent, they will be evicted like homeless people.

The city of Rensu is extremely vast, and is subtly divided into four districts: Sok District, where commoners gather, Moya District, where colleges and churches are located, Knight Frank District, where factories are concentrated, and Berjohn District, where nobles and wealthy merchants hang out.

Joyce walked to the station where the miners were on the street, and he was going to the Bojohn district, where the rich gathered.

There are not many museums in the city of Rensu, although the major churches have pavilions in this area, but the first choice that Joyce considered was the Rensu Museum, which had the official nature of the Rosen Empire, and was ostensibly run by the city council and enjoyed financial allocation.

Joyce was no longer the soul he used to be, and he could even be called a non-believer, and he felt that it was a little strange to join the museums of the major churches.

"If believing in the gods can bring me benefits and protection, I might consider being a hypocrite and pretending to be religious. Joyce thought to herself.

Although the miners' street was chaotic, there were few people at the station, and it was a luxury for the poor to ride in a horse-drawn carriage with a copper burun at a time.

In order to be able to recommend herself at the right time and in a better condition, Joyce had to endure the pain and get into the carriage to the Burjo district.

The carriage was filled with six people, and the carriage left the platform.

Looking at the lady in the lace dress opposite, and the man in a tuxedo suit and holding a cane, Joyce couldn't help but feel that she was not out of place.

The carriage was not crowded, and an old man also took a copy of the Lunsu Morning News to read.

In a relatively quiet atmosphere, Joyce only briefly observed the other five people in the carriage, and he was even more bitter about the one copper buren fare he paid.

Half an hour later, by the time the morning sun had completely poured into the carriage, the noise outside had disappeared, and I felt better and better.

The horse-drawn carriage travels to Third Avenue in the Burjohn district, and Joyce gets off the bus.

The stone-paved streets are wide and smooth, and at the intersection ahead, there is a small fountain square, which slightly catches Joyce's eye.

"Are these western-style buildings?"

Looking at the two- and three-story buildings on either side of Third Avenue, Joyce felt that the air here was filled with the smell of wealth and power.

In Joyce's memory, it was not the first time he had come to the rich area, and after a brief look, he walked towards the Rensu Museum, which was not very far away.

Located on Third Avenue, the Lunsu Museum is a tall and solemn building that looks like a pile of boulders, surrounded by an internal cloister, and it is said that this Lunsu Museum has been built for more than 50 years.

When you come to Joyce on the lawn aisle in front of the Rensu Museum, looking at the majestic building in front of you, it is like facing an ancient palace, and a sense of heaviness comes to your face.

"Although it looks good here, it's a little deserted, and that's right, like this kind of museum that carries ancient history, ordinary people are rarely willing to come, and it is estimated that only some nobles who want to deliberately improve their self-cultivation and knowledge can occasionally come to see. Joyce shook her head and sighed, but walked towards the door of the museum.

Despite knowing that you don't need to buy a ticket to enter the Rensu Museum, and that you can come and go as you like during opening hours, Joyce still keeps an eye on the guards at the gate.

"Good morning, Dear Mr. Guard, I am a student of the Department of Archaeology at Taya University and would like to come to the Lunsu Museum to get a job. Facing the guard man dressed in dark black, Joyce took off his hat and saluted.

"I'm sorry, but as far as I know, the Rensu Museum is not hiring. The indifferent response of the male guard could not be said to be wary or disdainful of Joyce.

Joyce was not without self-knowledge, and before he came to the Lunsu Museum, he thought that he might be able to be a docent of the museum, and he didn't have too much whimsy.

Joyce didn't think that the other party was deliberately embarrassed by the fact that he looked down on people, and the reason why he came here was to learn about the museum's recruitment information.

In a place like the Rensu Museum, most of the recruits will be recruited in a centralized manner, or they will send letters to the college to select and recruit, and if they do not recruit people, most of them who come to look for jobs like Joyce will not be accepted.