In the dimly lit volume library, the file bags stacked on one side of the desk are already one meter high, and there is a stack on the ground that is level with the desktop.

Joyce leaned back in her leather chair and put her legs on the table, looking at the mission file with relish.

Joyce, who hadn't eaten at noon, didn't even care how much time had passed.

Before Joyce looked at the mission files, he thought that these files were mostly looking for cats and dogs, but he didn't expect that they would involve secret cultivation and all aspects of knowledge.

"Ryo!"

The heavy metal door of the roll warehouse made a humming and vibrating sound, which made Joyce quickly change his sitting posture.

Old Burton, who entered the library, wore monocles and looked around the desk, and there was a hint of surprise hidden in his old eyes.

"Have you finished reading the stacked mission files?"

Old Bolton took a few steps forward and unnaturally put his hand over his nose.

"Well, that's interesting. ”

Joyce didn't hide it and grinned.

"Do you need any answers, or any thoughts?" said Bolton Sr. with a hint of Joyce.

"Each task file here, although there are very few connections, but if you read more, you can also find some connections, and the answer is not needed for the time being, as for the feelings, I don't know if poverty caused by a large population counts?" Joyce said later, with a little emotion, but it made people feel that this answer was not very serious.

The elder Bolton had to admit that Joyce's response was completely unexpected.

"There are too many poor people who live in difficulty, and they will not be looked at by the elites of the empire, and there are some things that you don't understand thoroughly, which proves that you have some understanding, and after a while, maybe you can try a little appraisal work independently. Bolton Sr. thought about the speed at which Joyce read the mission file.

"Is it okay to be wrong?"

Joyce smiled and said with hope for old Burton.

"The appraisal work is more like a middleman, it is very important to seek truth from facts, if you are not sure or have objections, I can help you somewhat. Old Bolton nodded.

"Mr. Burton, I should call you a mentor. ”

Joyce took her top hat and bowed, expressing her sincere gratitude to the old man.

"Although the Imperial Military Intelligence Department is different from the Church, no one with your character dares to accept him as a student. Brairy Burton says he values talent more than anything else.

"Not long after Rupert Sr. was killed, I sold his cabin, and turned my face away from it, which was not very good. Joyce quickly understood what Brilly Burton was referring to.

Moreover, Joyce did not put himself in the right position, and rented a small western-style building on First Avenue to slap his swollen face and become fat, desperate to pursue middle-class decency, and he thought that it also spread in the Traveler's Bar.

"How long has it been since you bathed? The level of a person is not just about where to rent, if you don't want to be the laughing stock of others, I suggest you wash and change your clothes. Old Bolton glanced at Joyce's galoshes, then took out his pocket watch and opened it to check the time.

"Mr. Burton, I don't really dare to go out of the bar, do you think the man who killed old Rupert will find me?" Joyce smiled awkwardly and said honestly.

"There are some disasters that can't be avoided, haven't you already applied for a gun, and besides, the matter of your adoptive father, Baird Rupert, must be settled, and you should go to the Church of the Goddess of Life to see. Burton Sr. reminded Joyce not to forget his roots.

"Yes, Rupert Sr.'s body hasn't been buried yet, and Elena doesn't know what happened to the Goddess of Life Church!" Joyce said with a deep breath.

"If I go to the Church of the Goddess of Life, will the MI people follow?" Joyce asked, turning to Briley Burton, and flinching a little.

"I can go with you. ”

After a slight twitch in Brairy Burton's old face, he finally responded.

"I'm thinking, what will Elena do if it is difficult to live over there as an apprentice of the church's divine servant, after all, it is not easy for me now, and I am afraid that I will not be able to settle her well. Joyce looked at the old man with an inquiring tone.

"She should have given birth to the secret qi and is a member of the secret cultivation, but it is not like the secret cultivation path of the Goddess of Life Church, but no matter what, her future in the Goddess of Life Church is always much brighter than you are now. "Old Bolton seems to know a lot.

Hearing the old man's words, Joyce was like eating a rotten egg, and his open mouth moved without speaking.

"I suddenly don't want to go to the Goddess of Life Church again!"

Joyce walked out of the library and said this deliberately.

Looking at Joyce's unpacked mission portfolio, the elder Bolton didn't move a little thought.

The Traveler's Bar was already crowded and a little boisterous, and Joyce went to the second floor of the bar and saw Angela Donna, a long-haired burgundy girl.

"Miss Angela, I'd like to ask if there is any clothing for work, or if you can be reimbursed for the cost?" Joyce asked directly, seeing that the girl did not show any discomfort in the face of him.

"If you go to the director to sign, you can receive a subsidy of 1 gold per quarter for clothing expenses. The burgundy girl looked at Joyce in surprise, hesitated before whispering.

"I'm not going to tell people it's what you say. ”

For Angela's expression and whisper, Joyce understood.

Leaving the Traveler's Bar, Joyce went to First Avenue alone and found a clothing store with bright and clean windows.

"This gentleman ......"

The young female shopkeeper had just tried to stop Joyce, who was dressed indecently and smelled of sweat, but she saw him tremble with a piece of gold bill between the fingers of his right hand.

"If it doesn't work, I'll still have a pistol in my arms. ”

Joyce smiled silently in her heart, revealing the unrestrained pride of the past.

A male customer and two female customers in the clothing store, after discovering Joyce, although they didn't say much, they more or less showed disgust and tried to stay away from him.

"A gray tight collar outfit, measure my size, to make a fit, I also want this black-brimmed flat hat. Joyce felt that the tight-collared suit was similar to the tunic suit, and pointed out directly.

Taking off his torn jacket, Joyce's shoulder holster was revealed, which really startled the people who found it.

The Rosen Empire prohibits guns for ordinary people, and it is difficult to get a gun permit, and those who can take this guy are either thugs or official personnel.

The girl shopkeeper, who was still good-looking, was much happier, and hurriedly stepped forward to measure Joyce's body size, and her hands holding the soft ruler were trembling slightly.

"Jackets, shirts, crewnecks, overpants, trench coats, leather shoes, top hats, and a tuxedo. "Joyce is dressed in casual clothes, and his words are not gentlemanly but very atmospheric.

When the girl shopkeeper nervously calculated the account, although Joyce had the urge to vomit blood for the expenses of Sanjinluo, she did not bargain.

After paying the money and leaving the size of the clothes and shoes, Joyce put on her torn jacket again, told the girl's shopkeeper the address of 131 Golden Rose Street, and left the clothing store at will.

Seeing that there was a cane and pocket watch shop on First Avenue, Joyce didn't go there, but returned to Golden Rose Street to find a barber shop and get her black hair done.

"Joyce, where have you just been? Mr. Brilley Bolton didn't find you, and was furious. Seeing Joyce come back, Nellie Novia, a maiden waitress on night duty on the first floor of the bar, hurriedly said to him.

"I had no clothes to wear, so I stopped by the barbershop. ”

Joyce pointed to his hairstyle and smiled, which was quite neat for him.

The bar was crowded with not only mercenaries, adventurers, but also hunters, and as a waitress, Nellie Novia was already familiar with it, not to mention Joyce's usual hairstyle.

"Where is Mr. Briley Burton, and is there anything to do with me?" asked Joyce, sitting at the bar, with no outsiders around.

"It seems that there is an extraordinary case, and it has already gone out. ”

Nellie Novia whispered to indicate that Joyce had missed the opportunity to learn.

"There are too many cases and tasks, and even if I follow them now, it won't be of any use, and there may still be dangers. Joyce's mind was relieved to learn that the elder Bolton had left the bar.

"By the way, Joyce, the clothes and books you took with you in the Miner's Street house were packed back by the person who received the house, and they should have been placed in the lounge on the second floor. Nellie Novia remembered something and said to Joyce.

"I haven't eaten yet, can I have a working meal?" Joyce smiled wryly, but didn't mind.

The cabin was sold to MI, and naturally someone had to take it over, and in Joyce's mind, it would be nice to bring him some things, and the things that were easy to get back were all in tatters.

"As long as it's not in the morning, it's fine. ”

Nellie smiled happily and went to the back kitchen to order Joyce's work meal.

Joyce looked vaguely into the bar in front of the bar and saw that there were already a lot of drinkers, drinking beer while talking about things, and there was no shortage of people dressed as alternatives.

"This Traveler's Bar is different from other bars, and it is mostly people who come here, and perhaps see this place as an extralegal gray intersection with the tacit approval of the MI. Joyce didn't dare to look directly at the drinker, lest his reckless gaze attract something unpleasant.

"Pulido beer. ”

When the broth rice and chicken steak were served, Nellie brought Joyce a beer.

"Miss Nellie, you are so kind. ”

After Joyce thanked her, she quickly enjoyed her free working meal, and hurried upstairs to finish her meal.

Joyce, who deliberately went out to the bar three times, did not encounter danger or perceive that anyone was being followed or protected with malicious intent, but he did not let his guard down.

After eating, he immediately returned to the lounge at the end of the second floor, and after Joyce looked at the clothes, he didn't find anything unusual, so he picked out something clean and could be worn, and entered the bathroom in the room.

"Mr. Bodrian Arthur said that if Rupert Sr. was a secretor, it didn't seem to be very powerful, so what could be his degree?" said Joyce, as he took a bath, remembering the time when old Rupert might have had an accident, and the number that came to his mind because of the headache.

"Tomorrow risk trying to go back to a new home, staying at the Traveler's Bar all the time is not a solution, the person who killed the old Rupert must be solved, maybe you can lure the snake out of the hole, and the Ding Furnace mark in the palm of my left hand should also be explored, this may be the key to whether I can become a secret cultivator to improve my strength. Joyce thought mentally as she scrubbed her body with her left hand.