On a sunny morning, the sky was blue, as if the purple moon had never appeared at night.

Joyce washed up and dressed early and went out, glancing at the shepherd dog outside the neighbor's bungalow.

At this time, the shepherd dog with a chain was lying lazily outside the bungalow, as if to catch up on sleep.

"At night, I could clearly feel that the shepherd dog had a black glow, similar to that of the slimilberry tree fly, but now the black light was gone. Joyce didn't approach the neighbor's house, but watched from a distance.

After making sure that the windows of each room were closed, Joyce locked the door of the bungalow and went to Golden Rose Street for breakfast.

"The craftsmanship of the clothing store was ok. ”

Joyce, who was wearing a tuxedo, did not feel tight because of the shoulder holster.

There weren't many people in Norman's restaurant, and Joyce asked for omelette, with a bowl of bone broth and a bowl of mixed vegetables.

"After falling asleep unconsciously last night, there seemed to be no clear perception, and it wasn't until the cloaked old man appeared outside the bungalow that I had that perception again, could it be a reaction to danger?" Joyce was eating his breakfast, but thought of the early warning radar.

If he could sense danger in his sleep, Joyce wouldn't have to work so hard.

Joyce hadn't had a good night's sleep in the past three days, and his mental state was already very poor.

In Joyce's cognition, human sensation is wonderful, and what can be intuitively felt is about hearing, sight, smell, touch, and taste.

In addition to the five senses, there is also a sixth sense, which is mental awareness, and Joyce is not sure whether the perception of things around him when he closes his eyes is related to concentric awareness.

"The perception of things appears after absorbing the phantom of the compass eyeballs, but this rather primitive perception is temporarily more useful than seeing with the eyes in a situation where the line of sight is blocked. Joyce reflected on the diffusion of self-centered perception.

After eating all the food, Joyce's heavy mood was relieved when he left Norman's restaurant.

"Jingle bell!"

Joyce's doorbell rings as she enters the bar, attracting the attention of waitress Loren Marianne.

"Good morning, Miss Loren. ”

Joyce smiled and greeted the girl.

"It's past the time to take over, and it's a good thing Mr. Bolton didn't come. The freckled girl smiled and signaled that Joyce was too late.

When she went up to the second floor and saw the white-haired girl Teressa, Joyce remembered what Angela had said about sharing a house last night.

"Joyce, you don't seem to be resting well, dark circles are coming out!" Teresa whispered as she looked at Joyce.

"If you continue like this, let alone dark circles, you will have to take your life!" Joyce wailed inwardly.

"It's not easy to move to a new house, but I believe it will get better slowly. ”

Joyce responded with a wry smile and walked towards the resting room.

As Joyce expected, he saw the secret source and secret vein in Teressa.

The secret source of Teresa is in the palm of her right hand, and three secret veins spread up from her arm.

Passing by Bodan Arthur's office, Joyce politely greeted the slightly chubby middle-aged man with the door open, letting him know that he had come to work.

"Although Teresa and Carl's secret veins are both black, they are a little different, her secret vein characteristics have a sense of rage, while Karl has a sense of death possession. Joyce thought silently in her mind.

I have to admit that Teresa is not only beautiful but also has a good figure, but Joyce doesn't want to have deep contact with her, especially if she lives together.

"If Carl had lived in a neighbor's bungalow, I don't think Theresa would have to live with me. Joyce made a pot of black tea in the break.

Not long after picking up the Lunsu Morning News and sitting down, the old Bolton and the others had already arrived at the open rest room.

"What did you do the day before yesterday?"

Seeing Joyce's leisurely appearance of drying black tea and reading the newspaper, old Burton asked with dissatisfaction.

"The day before yesterday still asked?"

Joyce couldn't help but be dumbfounded, in fact, he knew that old Bolton was asking about going to the clothing store and getting a haircut.

"Is Rupert Sr.'s body gone?"

Briley Burton questioned Joyce in the presence of Sula Sylvia.

"I'm thinking of going to the Goddess of Life Church, hoping that Mr. Bolton will be with me. Joyce said something on the surface, but in his heart he was afraid to go to the Church of the Goddess of Life.

Especially after Joyce absorbed the illusion of the compass eyeballs, he was even more afraid of being seen.

At this time, in front of the four old Burton, Joyce did not look at the secret source and secret veins of the four, so as not to be noticed anything.

This is also the strange visual switch that Joyce tried to master in the second half of the night, and he has been using the ability of his eyes, which is also very mentally draining on him.

Concentration and trying to guide the ability to open the eyes, on the contrary, mental and mental relaxation can bring the eyes back to normal.

"Let's go. ”

Old Bolton nodded, motioning for Joyce to go out with him.

As old Bolton got into the carriage at the Traveler's Bar, Joyce couldn't help but think of the word tolerance, at least it didn't cost anything to ride.

It was not far from the city center to the Moya district, where there were many colleges and churches, and it took less than twenty minutes for the carriage to reach the outside of the Goddess of Life Church.

Crossing Maple Grove Avenue, at the end of the road, is the Plaza of Life, and the magnificent cylindrical Tower of Life.

Joyce, who got out of the carriage, came to the square of life, and looked at the various quaint and cumbersome symbols all over the ground, and the awe in his heart became a little stronger.

The cylindrical Tower of Life, as tall as a ten-story building, is like a monument of glory.

Entering the church on the first floor of the columnary building, Old Bolton soon found an old man in a gray robe.

"Deacon Bennett, may life be with you. ”

Old Bolton pressed his left hand to his chest and saluted the gray-robed old man.

"Burton, you are a busy man, how can you have time to come to the Church of the Goddess of Life?" the gray-robed deacon also returned the salute, smiling at old Burton and Joyce.

"The previous enforcers of the Church of the Goddess of Life took away Rupert Sr.'s body, and I brought his adopted son Joyce over to ask when Rupert Sr. would be buried. Old Bolton made it clear.

"The burial is scheduled for tomorrow morning, and even if you don't come, the bishop has arranged for someone to inform you, and there is one more thing, Elena is about to expire her apprenticeship, and she has decided not to become a full-fledged servant. The gray-robed old man not only responded, but also said something that made Joyce's heart tight.

"It's finally time to become a full-fledged servant, so why don't you do it?" Joyce didn't think it was a good thing, but didn't say it.

"Is there any reason?"

Old Bolton asked for Joyce, apparently with the intention of inquiry.

"The death of Rupert Sr. seems to have hit Elena hard, and she wants to live with Joyce. The old deacon's answer was simple.

"Please, I can't protect myself!"

Joyce could realize that leaving the church was not as simple as the old deacon had suggested.

"Just as Joyce is here, let's take Elena away. The arrangement of the gray-robed old deacon made Joyce dumbfounded.

The gray-robed old deacon summoned a female servant and whispered a few words, and not long after, Elena was brought down with a suitcase.

"Joyce ......"

Elena, who was golden and blue-eyed, greeted him uneasily as if she had done something wrong when she saw Joyce.

"My God, a good golden rice bowl is not good, can't you want to go to eat with me!" Joyce could only slander secretly, but he couldn't speak.

It was confirmed that the church had scheduled Rupert Sr.'s burial until eight o'clock early tomorrow morning, and Briley Burton, who had an accident about Elena, took Joyce and her out of the church.

Entering the carriage, Joyce sat with Elena, staring at old Bolton.

Joyce had rarely lived in a cabin with her since Elena went to Thornhorn Lady College, but he hadn't forgotten some memories.

In Joyce's mind, she could still remember the sound of Elena getting up to use the toilet at night in the cabin with rags.

"Elena, are you having a bad time in the Goddess of Life Church?" Joyce always felt that he should ask something in the face of old Bolton, and it would be more suspicious to remain silent.

"I just don't want to do it anymore. ”

Elena took Joyce's arm and expressed her reluctance to part with him.

"Wait, why doesn't anyone think about me!"

Joyce only felt that he had been hit by a series of critical hits, and he didn't know what to do.

Seeing that Joyce's face was stiff and unable to speak, the elder Bolton closed his eyes.

"Mr. Burton, can Elena work at the Traveler's Bar like I do?" Joyce asked him hesitantly, unable to guess what old Burton was thinking.

"Unlike you, if she wants to work, the salary will be better. Old Burton's words made Joyce choke.

Elena did not object to Joyce's inquiry, apparently knowing what was going on at the Traveler's Bar.

Wandering back to Golden Rose Street, Joyce entered the Traveler's Bar, where she asked the elder Bolton to speak to Bodean Arthur about Elena's work.

In Joyce's mind, Elena's matter must be known to the chubby middle-aged man, and it would be better to let old Bolton say it before going up to talk.

"Joyce, this dress suits you. ”

While Joyce sat at the bar with Elena waiting, Loren, the freckled maiden, gave him a glass of Pulido beer.

After waiting for a while, old Bolton came down the stairs: "Joyce, the commissioner told Elena to go up by herself." ”

As if she hadn't heard old Burton's explanation, Joyce took Elena upstairs with her, as if she was afraid that she would suffer.

Entering Bodan Arthur's office, to Joyce's surprise, he didn't ask anything, just offered a contract.

"A full member of the military intelligence service, with a monthly salary of eight gold and various allowances!" Joyce was a little embarrassed as a man after reading Elena's contract.

"I'm only four gold a month, Director, it's going to make it hard for me to get along with myself if you watch people serve like this!" Joyce said helplessly.