The drizzle of late autumn is like smoke, and people feel a noticeable chill.

Early in the morning, the cemetery on the southeastern outskirts of Rensu City was quite deserted, and Joyce and Elena, who had come down from the carriage, each carrying an umbrella.

Four coffin bearers from the Church of the Goddess of Life carried the wooden coffin into the cemetery and placed it in a grave pit dug relatively high ground.

"The goddess of life created all things, each according to its time to be good, and placed eternity in the hearts of men, the sins of the martyrs are washed away, may the angels lead you into the paradise of God......" Deacon Bennett, dressed in gray robes, recited a prayer for old Rupert.

Joyce, dressed in a black tuxedo, looked solemn and did not pretend to be, and offered a bouquet of flowers to the grave.

Looking at the wooden coffin with a circle of patterned iron nails, Joyce guessed that it was a coffin nail to prevent the corpse from changing in the future.

If it is a silver coffin nail, it has the best effect when driven with special force, but it is easy to be picked up by people who are greedy for money and rob tombs.

The funeral of the elder Rupert was attended by less than twenty people, including the Church of the Goddess of Life, the Military Intelligence Service, and the people of Miners' Street.

"Old Rupert!"

As the funeral was held, Elena cried bitterly as she saw people sprinkling dirt on the grave.

Joyce's lack of eye ability and perception to probe the coffin does not mean that he has no suspicions, but even if he finds out that the coffin is not old Rupert, he cannot say that he is helpless.

Regardless of what others thought in their hearts, Joyce came to Rupert Sr.'s funeral more to say goodbye to him.

"Let's go. ”

At the end of the funeral, Brilly Burton, who had not said a word before, said to Joyce and Elena.

As he walked to the entrance of the cemetery, Joyce looked back as if he were looking at Rupert Sr.'s grave, but in fact he roughly observed the horizontal and vertical rows of tombstones in the garden that looked like stones in the rain.

"28-57, I don't know if it's horizontal or vertical. ”

Joyce felt that he could roughly count, and the guess in his mind couldn't help but determine a few points.

"In the future, if there is no special occasion, it is better for you to wear casual clothes, so that it is more convenient to go out on the task, and I will also teach you the work of the coroner in the identification sequence. Getting into the carriage, old Bolton said to Joyce.

"I can only take my time, it's not suitable to act rashly at the moment, when I am familiar with the military intelligence department, and when I can accumulate some credit in exchange for mysterious items or secret medicines, I can justifiably launch an attack on the secret cultivation. Joyce had it in mind.

"Some cases have been very difficult lately, and the full members of the task force have been very busy, and Teresa has been transferred to the task force, and Elena has taken over as the reception staff of the MIA for the time being, so that she can get acquainted with the various tasks as soon as possible. Old Bolton said in the carriage.

"It's good to be a receptionist, not only as a regular member of the MIA, but also not dangerous. Joyce was pleased with Elena's assignment.

The three carriages of the Military Intelligence Service made their way into the city without hurrying, and when they reached the Traveler's Bar on Golden Rose Street, Joyce got out of the car and did not immediately go to the library, but went to the second floor to hand over the prepared application for a quarterly clothing fee to Bodrian Arthur.

"Joyce!"

The slightly chubby middle-aged man had just attended the funeral and had just returned to the office, looking at the young man who was following him to submit the fee application, as if he had seen a ghost.

The black-haired, brown-eyed Joyce pulled his face and did not react to the slightly chubby middle-aged director's expression.

"I'm in a very bad mood today, for the sake of old Rupert, you have to sign for me, everyone in the Military Intelligence Department is not inferior to my little money. Joyce said hard in her heart.

"I still think that the previous clothes are suitable for you, if you wear them every day, and the clothes are damaged by the mission, don't expect me to reimburse you again. The slightly fat middle-aged man warned Joyce as he signed.

"Can I be reimbursed for damage to my clothes during the mission?" Joyce picked up the signed application form, bowed to the slightly chubby middle-aged man and left the office.

"If this continues, Mr. Bodean Arthur will not gradually lose patience with me!" Joyce ignored the two daughters, Teresa and Elena, who had handed over the work on the second floor, and went to the underground vault to find Mrs. Sanxi, who was in charge of the finances and accounts.

"Joyce, you're getting more integrated into the MI, it's always good for young people to be motivated. Looking at Joyce's application for clothing fees, Mrs. Sangxi, who had a wrinkled forehead, said with an easy-going smile.

Taking a gold bill from the brunette woman, Joyce smiled embarrassedly in thanks.

"I have money again, but it's not easy to get this gold, and I have to keep an eye on my salary in the future, so as not to be taken by Elena. Having gotten the money, Joyce's mood eased, at least on the surface.

"Jingle bell!"

Before Joyce could reach the library, a hurried bell rang upstairs.

"Attendance, attendance!"

The man with the big chin, Kavi Anthony, shouted in the guard room in the aisle.

"Something terrible seems to be true. ”

Joyce could tell it wasn't the doorbell.

"The squad has an urgent mission, Joyce, and you get out too. The man with the big chin saw Joyce and hurriedly summoned him.

"Is it any use for me to go out?"

When Joyce heard about the urgent mission, his heart also became nervous, and he actually wanted to be on duty for Anthony.

On the first floor of the bar, while Joyce hesitated, Old Bolton had already come down from the second floor.

"The steam locomotive to Dominburg has derailed, and in the place near the Great Forest of Notting, the current number of casualties is unknown, and it is initially suspected that it was done by those people of the Futu Alliance. Although old Bolton looked solemn, he did not forget to arrange Joyce.

"Revenge Alliance?"

Joyce listened to the whisper, lamenting that the rioters were all thugs.

Speaking of the Tu League, it can be traced back to the Tuo Dynasty.

Emic Rosen, with the support of the Church of the Machines, the Church of the Radiant God, and the Church of the Goddess of Life, overthrew the decaying Dynasty of Too.

The Restoration League is the remnants of the Tuo Dynasty, these people are hidden in the towns and suburbs, not only related to the dark forces, but also openly and secretly wreaking havoc in order to restore the glory of the Tuo Dynasty.

Seeing that Director Bodian Arthur and Deputy Captain Sula Sylvia had also come down, Joyce slipped aside and prayed for the full members of the squad.

"Compared to the Complex Alliance, the Lunsu Military Intelligence Department is really a little weak, it is a dark force that can compete with the entire empire, and the Notting Great Forest is also a difficult place to get along, not only the border, but also the gray fog domain in the distance. While Joyce was thinking about it, he was somewhat surprised at the benefits of these three days of grading.

The situation was urgent, and no one paid attention to Joyce, and under the leadership of Bodrian Arthur, several people quickly left the Traveler's Bar.

"You won't let me leave the bar because you're afraid something will happen to me?"

Seeing that Carl also went out with the squad, Joyce was more cautious instead of relaxing.

"So many people out!"

As soon as Bodrian Arthur walked with the front foot, Elena came down from the second floor.

"Not a lot, indeed. ”

Joyce replied calmly, in the Lensu military intelligence service, except for the captain of the operation Bazel and the other two official members, he had not met, and the rest of the official members he already knew.

By looking through the mission files, Joyce knew that secret cultivation books were very rare, not to mention the lower classes, even the middle class and nobles, who did not know much about this aspect.

Most of the accounts of mysteries and supernatural powers are in the miracles of the Church, and even if some believe it, it does not reach the level of personal contact.

Joyce, formerly a student in the Department of Archaeology at Taya University, is similarly ignorant of mysteries and supernatural powers.

"Suzu!"

The door of the bar opened again, and Ervin Jarvis, a young man in his twenties, walked in with four men dressed in ordinary clothes.

"You two go upstairs and keep guard, you go downstairs, Elena, you don't have to be on the second floor. Jarvis calmly arranged.

Under Joyce's scrutinizing gaze, Yalvis motioned for the two men who remained downstairs and showed off their MI credentials.

"Staff of the Military Intelligence Service. ”

Joyce was surprised that he didn't even have any papers, and at best he had permission from Bodrian Arthur and Old Bolton at the Traveler's Bar.

"Let's go, let's go to the volume warehouse. ”

Joyce felt that it was not a bad thing that Elena was not trusted at a time like this.

Jarvis only smiled gracefully, not blocking Joyce's words.

"They are people from the military. ”

Once underground, Elena whispered to Joyce.

"You're a divine servant apprentice, a newcomer to the Traveler's Bar, don't you know too much? Although Joyce didn't come long before Elena, she still thought she was an old man, and secretly slandered.

"To be precise, it should be the staff of the Military Intelligence Department, but they didn't carry out the team, these people are not secret cultivators, but they are engaged in secret arrest and military intelligence work, which is much more ruthless than ordinary police patrols. Joyce spoke calmly as he opened the metal door of the roll vault with the disc key.

"Joyce, aren't you curious about the squad's urgent mission?" Elena didn't expect Joyce to be so calm.

"Working in this kind of place, there are many tasks every day, I don't have the strength to be curious, do what I can, maybe it's safer. Joyce shook his head, he knew exactly what he had to do, and that was to read all the files and books in the library first.

In Joyce's mind, whether it was the secret cultivator of the task force or the staff of the military intelligence department, they all tied their heads to the waistband of their trousers, and maybe they would die outside one day.

"It's completely different from the Church of the Goddess of Life. ”

Entering the library, Elena walked in front of the stone frames, and her previous ideas seemed to be changing.

Joyce just smiled, his understanding was that compared to the church, it was more accommodating than the Empire's military intelligence department.

Unlike Elena, who walked around the library, Joyce locked the door of the library, and took down more than thirty bags of files from the stone shelves of the mission file before sitting down at the desk.

"Joyce, what did you do that night at Toton Manor?" Elena asked, causing Joyce's hairs to stand on top and goosebumps to rise.

"Don't talk about Toton Manor again. ”

Joyce's fear, not entirely faked, but not from Totton Manor, he could only bite the bullet.

Elena was slightly stunned, sensing that Joyce was frightened, and then realized that the fear that had touched him had touched him, and felt sorry and guilty.

"Something doesn't seem right with her!"

I don't know if it's because of Elena's relationship with the Goddess of Life church, Joyce was wary of her before.