In the living room of the bungalow at night, Elena and Teresa were talking and laughing, fiddling with a pile of clothes they had bought.

Judging from Elena's expression, it seems that she was not affected by the summons of the Goddess of Life Church.

"Joyce!"

Finding Joyce coming down from the second floor wearing a shirt, Elena was surprised and hurriedly greeted him.

Teresa glanced at Joyce and didn't say much.

Joyce also glanced at Teresa, hiding her superiority and pride, as if she were too lazy to take care of the white-haired girl.

The smell of lamb shank stew filled the living room, and Joyce approached Elena, paying more attention to the clothes she had bought.

"Two sets of tight-collared formal suits and tuxedos were bought for you, as well as cotton coats and coats, walking sticks of pine wood, code suitcases and leather bags. Elena couldn't wait to introduce Joyce.

"Not bad, it's even better if the round head of the cane is covered with gold. Joyce picked up the cane, feeling its hardness and weight.

"By the way, and three pairs of shoes. ”

Elena pouted at first, and then offered Joyce to look at things.

Joyce didn't try on clothes, but he trusted the size and handiwork of the Leica clothing store.

"Why didn't you say anything when you went upstairs before?"

If she hadn't seen Joyce come down from the second floor, Elena would have thought he was still in the basement.

"I'm in a hurry to eat, I'm going to the place in the evening. ”

The corners of Joyce's mouth turned up, as if she couldn't help but be in a good mood.

Elena only thought that Joyce had seen what she had bought, while the white-haired girl Teresa vaguely felt that his mood had changed.

"If you don't go to work in the department during the day, the director is already dissatisfied, so it's better to go over and take a picture at night. Elena reminded Joyce.

The handyman came out of the kitchen and signaled that it was time for dinner, and Joyce went to the dining room with Elena and Teressa.

"Praise the Goddess of Life. ”

Seeing that the stew was still steaming, Joyce's appetite increased, and she spoke hypocritically, and immediately began to enjoy dinner.

Elena looked unnatural and didn't pray, and Teresa was speechless for Joyce, a pseudo-believer.

"Suzu!"

There was a knock on the door of the bungalow, and as the maid went to open the door, Joyce knew who was coming.

"I can't stop eating, I'm almost catching up with the leader!" Joyce muttered to herself, getting up and going to the living room.

"Joyce, I'll send you something. ”

Yarlin yelled on the porch, bringing in a box.

"Let's move to the study on the second floor first, and I'll deal with it later. ”

Joyce took the box that Arrin had moved and carried it upstairs with him.

"Pretty good, Joyce, you don't mind if I have a meal here, do you?" Jarlin sniffled, sighing and discussing.

"Mr. French is with me, and I'm going to go to the place to read the papers in the evening. Joyce smiled and said to the old coachman, who was carrying a suitcase.

"It's money from selling porcelain and those things. ”

When he got to the study on the second floor, Arrin pulled out five rolls of money for Joyce in front of Francies.

"Five hundred gold?"

As for Arrin giving money behind Elena's and Teresa's back, Joyce secretly said that he still knew each other.

Cigarettes, golden lamps, Gao Lun cigars, and a set of porcelain, Joyce estimated that this was the price, and Yarlin gave a lot, but it was not much.

"On the side of the Herb Street house, I asked people to go and settle in, and it won't take a week to move in. Arrin looked at the bill in Joyce's hand.

"Is one roll enough?"

Joyce nodded, not stingy.

"The main thing is to buy some things, and the rest will be returned to you. Yarlin knew what to expect, and his answer was clear.

"Let's go down. ”

Joyce picked up the four rolls of bills and left the study and walked downstairs.

"Joyce, I'm sorry I didn't go to the Goddess of Life church with you before. When he got to the bathroom, Franci, the coachman, said to Joyce.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Joyce didn't take Frankie's apologies seriously, and he was in a decent mood.

"Those herbs were sold for more than six hundred gold, and the exchange price given by Frankie and Cliff has not yet been calculated, and I am thinking that I will count them together after the title deed of the Mage Tower is sold. Arrin whispered to Joyce.

"I'm okay with that. ”

Joyce grinned as she invited Arrin and French to dinner.

"Frankie will go to Tenai Grelom tomorrow as a magistrate, do you want to follow?" asked Joyce as he ate.

Frankie, the coachman, had asked for a lot of things, and Joyce offered to ask him to sell the title deed to the magistrate as one of the prices he had to pay.

If Frankie had done the sale of the title deed, it would have saved Joyce and the four of them from intervening, and it would have been less troublesome.

However, at this time, Arrlin mentioned the matter, and Joyce thought that there was nothing wrong with going to Frankie, and contacting Tenay Grelom as a politician was also an expansion of the relationship.

"Okay, I'll go with Frankie tomorrow. ”

Joyce took the initiative to agree, and his mind seemed to be much more active.

Arrin looked at Joyce, and when she sensed that he was in a good mood, she couldn't help but wonder if there was something good.

While Arrin and French were having dinner, Joyce changed into a tuxedo, packed useful things into a leather bag, and took a pocket watch and walking stick.

"Pretty good. ”

Elena helped Joyce put on her top hat and couldn't help but laugh as she looked at him in a black tweed coat.

Joyce's expression is quite natural, giving people a sense of calm and confidence.

It wasn't until Joyce, Arlin, and French left that Teressa's beautiful eyes showed a thoughtful look.

Abbey Cross on First Avenue is not far from Golden Rose Street, and Frankie is in a horse-drawn carriage and five minutes from the Traveler's Bar.

"Jingle bell!"

Joyce, who entered the bar, was observing the drinkers generously for the first time.

"Good evening, Miss Nellie. ”

Joyce greeted the skinny girl at the bar, her face relaxed.

"Joyce, is there something wrong with you?"

Arrin couldn't bear it anymore and asked Joyce as he went upstairs.

"I'll talk about it later. ”

Seeing that the door to Bodan Arthur's office was open, Joyce walked in with a cane.

"Joyce, you idiot, MIA is not the place for you to mess around. Because Joyce didn't go to work during the day, the slightly fat middle-aged man was naturally not angry when he saw him.

Seeing that Joyce was not standing and was scolded, but sat on the sofa in the office, Bodrian Arthur's angry words eased.

"I have successfully absorbed the mysterious properties of the cursed centipede. ”

Joyce hid her excited smile, as if she wanted to see the wonderful expression of the slightly chubby middle-aged man.

"He ......"

Jarrin, who followed into the director's office, although there were some speculations before, Joyce's audacity still shocked him.

"You became a secret cultivator?"

Bodrian Arthur's surprise was not trivial, and he looked at Joyce in surprise and asked.

"Actually, I don't know, I want you to help me take a look. Joyce was only then faintly timid, and his tone was not very sure.

"I took that drop of black liquid in the basement of my house in the afternoon, and for a while I couldn't even see anything, as if I was blind, and I had a sharp pain in my abdomen, and my chest was also burning with pain, and when I regained consciousness, my clothes and pants were soaked with sweat. Joyce recounted the situation in detail, with a look of fear hidden in his face.

"I'm not trying to hear you say this, do you feel any power after you survived?" said Bodrian Arthur, who stretched his hands forward, and for a moment did not know how to explain to Joyce.

"What else do I want to ask you?"

Joyce got up from the couch, looking anxious.

"Arrin, go to the vault and call Bazel up. ”

The slightly chubby middle-aged man was a little annoyed at first, and then Yarlin arranged.

"It seems that the Commissioner is well aware of the fact that the captain has changed the mysterious trait I have acquired. Joyce whispered in her mind, trying to get rid of her nervousness.

After Yarlin walked briskly out of the office, Bodrian Arthur opened a cabinet and pulled out a crystal ball from it.

"No wonder he didn't let the captain bring something with him in the vault. ”

Joyce was a little unexpected, but Bodean Arthur's actions and the crystal ball he took out confirmed his suspicions.

"To become a true mystic. ”

The hunger in Joyce's eyes was not entirely faked.

"You have only been in the MI for a short time before you have been given such an opportunity, and you must be grateful. The slightly chubby middle-aged man noticed that Joyce was a little reluctant.

"I've taken the mysterious properties of the Cursed Centipede, can I move up in rank?" asked Joyce, paying attention.

"It's impossible, you don't have credit for it, and you do your best to cause trouble, and you're usually very careless. Without any hesitation, Bodrian Arthur rejected Joyce.

"I've done a lot of work during this time, I've been hospitalized twice for injuries alone, and I think I've done well. Joyce argued with reason, without the slightest hint of backing down.

"Click!"

Just when the slightly fat middle-aged man couldn't help but want to scold Joyce, the office door was opened by Bazel.

"You're here just in time to test his abilities. Bodrian Arthur didn't say anything to the man in the trench coat, and glanced at the crystal ball on the table.

"Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Bazel observed Joyce and asked him how he was doing.

"It's good, I think I'm a lot better than the average person. Joyce's statement that he felt good about himself made Bodrian Arthur's face twitch slightly.

"Try to let go of your body and mind and press your hand on the crystal ball. Bazel brushed the crystal ball so that a dark glow gushed out of the crystal inside.

Joyce didn't urge the mysterious properties and secret qi in the hidden body, and pressed his hand behind the crystal ball of black light, more using his mind to feel his secret qi ability.

"Shadows. ”

Joyce was thinking of the Shadows, not the Cracks, which he felt were similar to the dark aura of Captain Bazel.

"Buzz!"

The dark brilliance in the crystal ball pressed by Joyce fluctuated, making the black light of the sphere even more intense, like pitch-black ink.

"The power of darkness too?"

Bazel looked surprised and motioned for Joyce to stop as soon as possible.

"It's changed!"

Joyce remembered that his secret aura was obviously glowing, but at this time, his right hand pressed on the crystal ball emitted an extremely faint black aura.

"You idiot, don't stop yet. ”

Seeing that the darkness of the crystal ball was in chaos, and Joyce still didn't know what to do, and seemed dissatisfied with his performance that he didn't make a big splash, Bodrian Arthur shouted at him.