After nine o'clock in the morning, the personnel of the military intelligence department on the second floor of the Traveler's Bar began to arrive one after another and completed the handover of work.

Joyce stayed in the spacious lounge, sipping free Canaanite coffee, waiting for Briley Burton while meeting the squad.

There are billiards and chess tables in the rest room, and there are unlimited coffee and tea, and the work seems to be very comfortable.

With three ten-gold luo and one hardware paper with a large denomination, Joyce sat on a couch and read the Lunsu Morning News.

During the day the waitress Loren Marianne was at the bar, and Joyce wanted to see the house until she had time after work.

In the open lounge, there were three people besides Joyce.

A woman with short brown hair, dressed in a coffee-colored trench coat, sat on the sofa opposite Joyce, while another young and middle-aged man was idle and playing billiards.

The woman in leather boots, whom Joyce had seen when she was at the Rensu Museum, was following Bodrian Arthur's side.

For women with wide shoulders and thick lips and a strange sense of roughness, Joyce always feels inexplicable pressure.

"Joyce, you don't need to be too formal, the work related to identification and marking is very important, you have the opportunity to sign a formal contract, and everyone will need your knowledge when the task comes. The short-haired woman took a sip of black tea and said calmly to Joyce.

By this time, Joyce already knew that this rugged woman was called Sula Sylvia, a turn-along, and the vice-captain of the action team.

Unlike the waitress on the first floor of the bar and the hostess on the second floor, Joyce vaguely guessed that the people of the task force were likely to be secret cultivators, who were mainly responsible for security at the Traveler's Bar, and the place where the shift change would be underground.

And the formal contract that Ms. Sulla said might have to be a secret practice.

"It's hard to identify this sequence, if it weren't for the lack of knowledge structure, I would want to turn to the identification sequence!" The middle-aged man with a big chin was the same person who was sitting guard in the back of the bar before.

"Sequence?"

Joyce was curious about the middle-aged man's statement with a big chin, but he couldn't ask because he didn't want to attract attention in this regard.

"The sequence is not too directly related to the secret cultivation, it is also called the title sequence, such as the alchemy sequence, the feeding sequence, the treatment sequence, the alchemy sequence, and there are also many category titles, in the identification sequence, the coroner will have some contact with the work we do, and all kinds of appraisers are also very common, and even more powerful, as well as the examiners, as well as historians and archaeologists. Sula Sylvia, a woman with short hair, explained to Joyce.

"Something like life with auxiliary nature. ”

Joyce had such an idea in her mind, and did not inquire into it further.

"Anthony, if you are looking at money, it is better to move closer to the sequence of commerce and politics and law. A cough came from outside the rest room, and an old man in a classical robe walked in.

A man and a woman in police uniforms followed behind the old man.

"This is Briley Burton, and it's not easy to see him in a bar. The short-haired woman stood up and introduced to Joyce.

"Finally, a newcomer has arrived, and I am in charge of all the affairs of the department alone, and I can't be busy at all. The old man, dressed in a bright robe, gave Joyce an approving look, as if he was mainly thinking about lightening the burden.

The male detective behind Brairy Burton, whom Joyce had seen when he went to the Sock police station to identify the body, was led to the underground morgue.

"Speaking of business, the Sock police station has transferred a case to our military intelligence department, can Captain Bazel still show up?" said Joyce, just as Joyce was nervous, Brilly Bolton said to the short-haired woman.

"The captain is out on a mission and won't be back for a short time. ”

Sula Sylvia, a short-haired brown woman, gave the old man a response but did not elaborate.

"Deputy Captain Sula, there have been a number of inexplicable deaths in the Soke District recently, most of the deceased fell in the alley, and there is nothing unusual about their bodies, we initially suspect that it is related to extraordinary factors, so we would like to ask you to join the investigation. The young girl detective couldn't hold her breath and said to the rugged woman Sula.

The black-haired girl's epaulettes are a round shield and a star, which makes Joyce sigh that this detective is quite young.

"There are some materials in the case, go to the conference room and say, you start to read the file in the underground file from today, first from the task file, forget the modern history volume, it is all written by the rulers and victors, if there are ancient books, it is okay. Old Bolton said that later, the faces of the few people in the rest room showed embarrassment.

"Mr. Brairy Burton, as the coroner in the identification sequence, adheres to the principle of seeking truth from facts, so he speaks more directly. Sulla helped old Bolton explain.

"Such people are not easy to get along with!"

Joyce muttered silently in his heart, it was not easy for him to be afraid of old Burton, and the circle of interests was what he longed for.

"Twist the key disc to the right in the recess of the door of the reel and the door will open, and the door will be screwed to the left when it is closed inside. Old Bolton handed Joyce a small disc with a grip.

It took a few moments for the two detectives and the squad to leave the rest room before Joyce went downstairs with the keypad.

"Click! Click!"

Entering the left-hand side aisle, and successfully reached the door of the underground volume warehouse, Joyce inserted the key plate into the round groove of the metal door, only to feel that the groove was sunken, and the key plate also made a small vibration sound.

When the keypan was stable, Joyce twisted the key, and the sound of the metal door clattering became more pronounced, and it slowly pulled open to the right.

"What a delicate thing!"

Joyce saw the slideway beneath the finger-thick metal door and realized that the door would weigh more than she could have imagined.

The metal door slid in half, leaving a portal for entry, and Joyce hesitated before pulling out the key tray and stepping inside.

Finding that there was a floor lamp in the volume warehouse, the light was okay, and there was also a vent, so Joyce locked the heavy metal door from the opposite direction.

After the slight rumble, Joyce, who was in the library, felt a lot more private.

At a glance, there were six stone shelves for storing parchment scrolls and books, and a desk and chair on one side of the library.

"The books are not as rich as they should be, and most of them are mission files. Joyce walked around the library, looking at the labeling of the book categories, and the task file took up the stone shelves on all sides.

"I don't know how long these books have been accumulated, not to mention a day and a half, even a year and a half may not be able to read and eat them thoroughly. Joyce was wondering which category of books to focus on.

Joyce looked at the scrolls and books on the stone shelves as she walked, and finally landed on a book two fingers thick.

"Lawson Extravaganza. ”

This classic book Joyce studied, and it recorded all aspects of the Rosen Empire from its inception to prosperity, including history and humanities, and it was already a very in-depth work.

Taking out the patterned book and looking through it for a while, Joyce thought back to it from time to time, and shook his head imperceptibly.

"The history mentioned in this book, there are the Industrial Age, the Twilight Age, the Arcane Era, the Pale Age, and the Age of the Gods, but it is a pity that there is no detailed description, and today's Industrial Age, where machinery and vapor prevail, and the Rosen Empire can be regarded as a pioneer representative of this. Joyce closed the book and whispered.

"The Gods Promise Forever!"

Not long after, Joyce found a thick book with a golden texture among the books of the gods.

"Dark Ages!"

One was not enough, so Joyce went through the notes and found a black-covered biography codex of travels, and then went to the desk and sat down.

"Secret text?"

Looking at the words on the thick golden book, Joyce thought of the parchment scroll that recorded the steps of the psychic ritual.

Originating from the burial dynasty of the Pale Age, the ancient Baiya N is said to have had a spiritual language that could communicate with the gods.

Then there's the Ofa, a language spoken by powerful magicians, alongside elves, giants, demons, and dragons.

As for the secret text, it can be traced back to the Dark Night Dynasty of the Twilight Age, which has been handed down to the present day, and Joyce, as a student of the archaeology department of Taya University, has also mastered it.

"After many epochs, the gods are still protecting the world, and if it is promised, the gods have really delivered. Through the jerky secret text, Joyce discovered that before the book mentioned the Age of the Gods, there was also an Age of Cataclysm.

"Did the gods create civilization in the Cataclysmic Age and spread the light to the world?" Joyce just looked at it, and he remembered what Rupert Sr. said that the truth is often only in the hands of a very few.

Time passed little by little, and Joyce looked at the thick book with golden veins unhurriedly.

"Ryo!"

It wasn't until the heavy metal door opened again that Joyce broke away from the deeds of the gods in the book.

"Something doesn't seem right, I was too absorbed just now, right?"

Joyce's heart tightened, and he glanced at the golden-textured tome.

"Promises of the Gods and the Dark Ages?"

Briley Burton entered the library and found two slightly thick books on Joyce's desk, with a slight surprise on his bloodless old face.

"I'm more interested in history. ”

Faced with the elder Burton's gaze, Joyce could only respond.

"Although some ancient books can give people enlightenment, but also have dangers, especially ancient texts have the characteristics of communication spirit, whether it is read or watched, you have to be cautious, if you don't want to be targeted by some ancient mysterious existence, you must pay attention. Bolton Sr. reminded Joyce.

"No wonder I just thought I was in it!"

Joyce expressed the tension in her heart, with a feeling of fear.

"It's good to know the secret texts and survive the psychic ritual, and if you embark on the path of secret cultivation, you are likely to have more development potential than others. Old Bolton looked at Joyce and saw nothing unusual about him, so he smiled and said.

"You mean, hooligans know martial arts, and no one can stop them?" Joyce secretly slandered, he can be valued by the MIA, I am afraid that he also has a relationship with old Rupert.