In the early morning, a thin layer of snow was covered on the street floor.

Among the Norman restaurants on Golden Rose Street, there is a little warmth.

Joyce was sitting at a dining table, having finished her breakfast, flipping through a magazine called Louzi.

"Jingle bell!"

The doorbell rings at the restaurant, and Frankie, dressed in a padded jacket, walks in and spots Joyce at a glance.

"Good morning, Mr. French. ”

Joyce stood up and smiled, showing respect for the old man.

"What's going on with the bar?"

Frankie couldn't bear to guess, observing Joyce's expression.

"It's just a small accident!"

Joyce pretended to be emotional, and said ambiguously.

Joyce came out of the Traveler's Bar early in the morning, just not wanting to be asked.

"I've eaten it, let's almost leave, and the title deed of the Mage Tower is also with us. Franci spoke quietly and held her purse in front of her.

"Lose the city hall of Moya?"

Joyce closed the magazine, somewhat hesitant.

In Joyce's mind, Teny Gleelom, as a political officer, was only a close associate of the consul Aaron Burjohn, and it was not good to go to the town hall because of the sale of the title deed of the Mage Tower.

"Shanglun Street, Tenai Grelom shouldn't have gone out at this time, let's go to his house. "Frankie was clearly prepared.

At the restaurant, Joyce followed Frankie into the carriage.

Joyce felt somewhat fresh about the coachman sitting in the carriage, especially the image of Frankie wearing a padded jacket and holding a leather bag.

"You don't seem to be in good spirits. ”

French looked at Joyce and smiled, inquiringly.

"I read the mission file all night. ”

Joyce told the truth, but in her heart she felt that the old coachman could not be deeply acquainted.

Louzi is a well-known men's magazine in Lunsu City, which not only has some large-scale pictures of beautiful women, but also some wild and unrestrained essays.

The weather was cold and the road was slippery, and the carriage was not moving fast, and it was almost half an hour late when it came to Shanglun Street in Moya District.

The home of Tenai Grelom is a three-story building on the side of the street, which looks like an apartment.

"This place is ordinary on the outside, but it's not simple on the inside. Frankie looked at the three floors and sighed.

In fact, Joyce was no stranger to Tenay Grelom's residence, and although he did not meet the political administrator when he was in the Iron and Blood Firm, he spied on Tenay Grelom through the beautiful woman.

Follow Frankie into the three-story building, and what you see is a softly lit corridor and a red carpet.

"What's the matter with your Excellency?"

In the porch guardhouse, a young man standing up politely asked Frankie and Joyce.

"We are members of the Lunsu Military Intelligence Service, and we want to see Tenai Glilom in private. Frankie pulled out his ID with a smile on his face.

"Please wait a minute, and someone will tell the magistrate. The young man took Franci's ID and smiled, then nodded to a woman in a long skirt in the guardhouse.

Judging by the quality of the young guards, Joyce felt that it would not be easy for Tenai Gleelom to become a politician.

Led out of the guardhouse, the woman in the long skirt into the corridor, Joyce and French entered a large hallroom.

"What do you two want to drink?"

Before leaving, the woman in the long dress asked Joyce and France.

"Coffee was good. ”

Frankie sat on the couch with a slight restraint, and I don't know if it was pretended.

Joyce and Frankie didn't have to wait long before the man in a light gray antiquated formal suit arrived.

"Hello Frankie and Joyce. ”

The men in light gray suits stepped forward and shook hands one by one, and the two MI men were confirmed.

"Mr. Magistrate, this time has come to disturb you. French greeted the man in a light gray suit.

The coffee was brought up by the maid, and the three of them were seated in the drawing-room, and under the gentle smiling gaze of the man in the light gray suit, Frankie took out a title deed from his purse.

"We inadvertently picked up the title deed of the Herb Street Mage Tower, this thing is of little use to us, Mr. Magistrate is much more capable and connected than us, so I would like to ask Mr. Magistrate to help sell this title deed. Frankie handed the title deed to the man in the light gray suit.

"How much do you want to sell for this title deed?"

The man didn't look at the title deed carefully, and hesitated to ask Frankie and Joyce, apparently knowing what he knew.

"Three thousand gold Luo is ideal. ”

Frankie looked at the man in the light gray suit and quoted the price that had been negotiated before.

"The price is very reasonable, I believe it is not difficult to sell, the title deed will stay with me first, I will also help you inquire, if anyone is interested, I will let people inform you to go to the Orlandu branch to withdraw the money directly." The man in the light gray dress thought about it and nodded in reply.

"Good. ”

Frankie glanced at Joyce and finalized the matter.

"Look what I'm doing!"

Joyce sat only halfway up the couch, secretly slandering France's inauthentic behavior.

In Joyce's mind, the so-called inquiry and waiting of the politician Tenai Grelom is just a scene, the deal has been finalized, and it will not be long before the money will come.

"Joyce, you are already a full member of the MIA Special Operations Team at such a young age, and your future is limitless. The man in the light gray dress smiled at Joyce.

"Mr. Governor has exalted me, although it is the first time I have seen you today, I have admired you very much before. Joyce stood up and saluted.

"It's not early, there's something going on at the city hall, I have to rush over, okay today?" the man in the light gray suit also got up and smiled.

Before they could take a sip of the coffee, Frankie and Joyce had already taken their leave.

"Joyce, if you can get on good terms with the Commissioner, your job will be a lot easier than it is now. Getting into the carriage, Frankie couldn't help but smile at Joyce.

"Are you saying I was brazen?" Joyce rolled her eyes, not responding to Franci.

"The matter of buying the title deed is done, just wait for the money to be collected, are you going to go home and rest?" Frankie breathed a sigh of relief.

"I had to go back to work and read as many books and archives as I could. "Joyce seemed to be struggling and made a decision.

"Afraid that the commissioner will really fire you from MIA?" said Francie, who gloated but didn't take it seriously.

As the carriage returned to Golden Rose Street, Joyce didn't say anything, as if he wasn't in a good mood.

Joyce returns to the Traveler's Bar in the morning, just in time for the bar to move, and Elena and Teresa are also helping to arrange the workers.

As for Frankie's lack of staying at the bar, Joyce guessed that the old man might be impulsive for the rest of the year, but he couldn't remind him.

"We can only wait and see what happens. ”

Joyce decided to pay more attention to France, the coachman.

Back at the Traveler's Bar, Joyce will inevitably be interrogated by Elena, and he can only tell the story of his absorption of the mysterious properties of the cursed centipede, and open his eyes and talk nonsense to deal with it.

Elena was naturally surprised to hear that Joyce had embarked on the path of secret cultivation, but she was relieved to see that he didn't seem to be anything unusual.

"How?"

Not long after Joyce entered the library, Arrin followed.

"I said that after a while, people would contact us to go to the bank. Joyce nodded, bringing a smile on Arlin's face.

"Aren't you leaving today?"

Seeing Joyce begin to flip through the files, Arrin asked with a sympathetic smile.

"I don't want to be fired, Arrin, can you add a bed to the library while the bar is busy?" Joyce said with the intention of staying in the house.

"Upstairs, I'll arrange it. ”

Yarlin looked embarrassed, but agreed.

"Things have to be retrieved. ”

Joyce just mouthed, but didn't make a sound, and made a gesture of putting his fingers on the beam.

"Shall I go to your Abby Cross House at night?"

Arrin took a deep breath and was cautious about Joyce's inquiry.

"That's all there is to it!"

Joyce knew that Arrin wasn't without options.

After Arrin left, Joyce did not lock the door of the vault, lest anyone else could get in.

In fact, with the ability of Joyce's left eye, he could completely retrieve the things on the back porch of the Flame Tenderness Ballroom by himself, and the reason why he asked Yarlin to do it was just that he didn't want to arouse his suspicions.

"Things have to be done one by one, and you can't rush them. ”

Joyce flipped through the case in front of the library door and thought of a lot of things.

Before that, Joyce had not discussed with Arrin how to divide the things in the back portico of the ballroom.

"That mercury-like liquid, you can't give it to Yarlin, I believe he should also know, the key is how to store things when they are retrieved, do you want to let the mysterious metal figure absorb the liquid?" Thinking of this, Joyce couldn't help but be embarrassed.

The mercury-like liquid was secreted by the old mechanic in his heart after his death, and Joyce guessed that maybe Elena could use it.

"The opportunity I finally got is better for myself. Joyce didn't mean to be a virgin, and she didn't want anyone else to know about it.

"Carry it in. ”

It wasn't long before Arlin's voice rang out outside the roll, and Elena came in with the sheets.

I saw three military personnel helping to carry the bed and moving the bedding, and quickly settled the bed in the corner of the roll warehouse.

"Can you arrange it like that?"

Elena was afraid that Joyce would live in the library, which would annoy the commissioner.

"Old Bolton doesn't come back often, I'm alone in the library, there should be nothing wrong, you go up, don't always run down." Joyce smiled and didn't let Elena stay in the library.

"By the way, can you tell Elvin Jarvis about that girl in Mr. Zinedin's house?" Joyce thought of something, and summoned to Elena.

"I'll try!"

Elena sighed and left, feeling that there were too many poor people to help.

"Zinedin seems to be a family member of the victim of the disappearance of the street girl. ”

Sending away the military staff, Arrin thought of the person Joyce had said, after all, he had taken out the file.