"The money is back, how do you get the purse?"

In the quiet library, Joyce couldn't think too much about it, and it was tricky for Damian Murphy's leather bag in front of him.

The fat-headed, swollen-faced man had walked around the Traveler's Bar with a leather bag, not to mention Yarlin, and even if others had an impression of it, Joyce would not risk carrying it.

Trying to clench his fists, Joyce couldn't exert his strength, and he no longer forced himself to get up.

"Wait for dawn, read the papers at night, I am recovering from my injuries again, and it shouldn't be too sinful to rest tomorrow. Joyce was going to take out the compartment inside the box and wrap it in.

"I didn't expect the money to come back like this, and look at Mr. Damian Murphy. Joyce's bad condition caused his left eye to be broken by the struggling fat-headed and swollen-faced man in the river, but he didn't dare to delay too long.

After closing his eyes and trying to concentrate his weak spirit and consciousness, Joyce seemed to see in the dark that Damian Murphy had temporarily sunk to the bottom of the dark and cold river, and there was no life.

And the owner of the fur hat, who had soaked Damian to death, climbed onto the boat with running water, only to find that the leather bag was missing.

The owner's memory was obviously to throw the bag on the boat, but there was no at this time, the kind of anxious, crazy, and chaotic emotions that he had been looking for over and over again, Joyce could roughly guess.

"The owner of the ship should not know anything, this situation of not being able to find something and live to hell is really not good. Joyce let out a sigh of relief.

"It is said that if you want to wear its crown, you must suffer its weight, but I don't know much, I used to be just a medicine picker, and the crown is estimated to be unwearable, even if it is big, it is just a struggle for a better life. Joyce's face trembled, and his thoughts were rather confused.

Joyce, who didn't dare to sleep, even doubted that if this situation continued, he would be able to wait for a good life.

Time passed slowly, and when the night had just faded, Joyce got up in pain, began to pack the gift box, and put the leather package inside.

With everything in order, Joyce took advantage of the fact that everyone was sleepy and got Fandy Blanchett, who was on night duty in the corridor on the first floor, to open the door.

It was still dark, the streets were cold, and most of the shops were lit off.

Joyce walked away from the Traveler's Bar and was relieved to find that no one was following or watching.

Coming out of the Traveler's Bar at this time, Joyce was really afraid of some accidents.

Joyce stayed up and walked to the vicinity of the Orlando Bank in the Moya district, which was about six o'clock in the morning.

"There's a carriage at the place!"

Joyce's voice was mournful, but it was okay to think about it, after all, he didn't have change in his pocket, and he couldn't ride in a carriage with a gold denomination.

It was still early for the bank to open, and Joyce looked around and saw a four-story hotel not too far away.

"Extravagantly, go in to take shelter from the wind and rest your feet, and eat something by the way. Thinking of this, Joyce was already walking towards the more imposing hotel on the side of the street.

"Welcome. ”

The young waitress, who was in charge of opening the door early in the morning, greeted Joyce as soon as he entered the hotel.

"Open me a room, have a light lunch, and send it to the room. Joyce, who was dressed in a tuxedo, explained lightly.

After paying a deposit of a gold bill at the front desk of the hall, Joyce was ushered by the young waiter to a suite on the second floor.

After locking the door, Joyce almost couldn't wait to throw herself on the bed.

"I took back four hundred and eighty gold luo, which is equivalent to picking up two in and two out of the house in Vanilla Street. Joyce's tired words were somewhat satisfying.

Pulling out the pistol and putting it in a convenient place, Joyce only felt like he had been hollowed out inside and out in the night.

"The good thing is that the effort pays off. ”

As far as she could, Joyce did not notice anything unusual in the hotel room.

"The moment the light is released from the left eye to form a rippling light curtain, I feel that the secret qi and spirit in my body seem to be emptied, but in fact, the mysterious characteristics of the faint blood qi have not decreased, and the consumption is just my own secret qi with essence light!" Joyce carefully felt his condition.

"My current state may be very dangerous!"

Although Joyce didn't know how long it would take for the mystical trait to be digested and refined, the weakening of the mystical qi produced by himself was likely to cause the mystical trait to backfire.

Although four hundred and eighty gold Luo was important to Joyce, he could not disregard his life, and he gradually fell asleep while lying on the bed.

Leaving MI and now in a hotel, Joyce was a good fit to regain his energy.

Joyce had a strange dream, as if he was in a not-so-spacious hallway, opposite two doors.

"Is this a dream or somewhere?"

Joyce was not only conscious, but even externally perceived.

"Isn't it?"

Faced with two heavy metal doors in pitch black, Joyce thought of the void and the dark tower that he faintly felt when he first absorbed the mysterious properties of the compass eyeballs.

As if in a dream, Joyce came to the two metal doors and tried to push them with his hand, but he couldn't push them even harder.

"I seem to smell the smell of disgust, and the inheritor is coming......" As if from an ancient time, a whimper slowly sounded, almost causing Joyce's spirit to break.

If someone were in the hotel room at this time, they would find Joyce asleep, with a faint soft blood surging around him, as if he was guarding his mind.

"Hungry ......"

The terrifying sound sounded again, causing Joyce in the dream to retreat in fright.

"If it weren't for Sister Exile's sake, I would definitely eat you, and if you can get that person's inheritance, it's not a good thing. Before Joyce could regain his senses, her voice rumbled again.

"Who's talking. ”

Joyce looked at the two portals in her dream, wondering if there was someone behind them.

"I got the Eye of Xingluo and cultivated a layer of Heavenly Barbarian Skill, but unfortunately, with your mind, I can't open these two doors for the time being, when will I wait for you to complete a layer of Heavenly Barbarian Skill, and the deity will come and try it again." The terrifying sound shook Joyce's consciousness, but the meaning was clear.

"Who are you and how do I get here?"

Joyce barely held his mind and asked in a dream, screaming.

"The star Luo of your left eye is a person's left eye fused with a broken artifact, and I am in the burial void of your right eye, urging the burial pupil power vortex of your right eye, and your deity has a chance to enter here. "The sound of terror is like a strong wind, with impatience.

Joyce's dream was shattered by the unbearable pressure, and he almost got up as he lay on the bed.

"Bell! bell!"

The knock on the door of the hotel room gradually brought Joyce, who was in a cold sweat, back to his senses.

"It's coming. ”

Joyce answered, adjusted herself, and slowly got out of bed to open the door.

"Your lunch, sir. ”

The young man who was delivering food in a cart couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Joyce's hair and clothes wet.

"Go out and close the door. ”

Asking the youth to push the dining cart into the living room of the suite, Joyce sent it away with a blank face.

The door was closed, and Joyce's face began to change.

"That voice was terrible, he said in my right eye, what was it, what was the Void of Death?" Joyce thought back to the dream she had just had, and felt like she was almost going to collapse completely.

"If it hadn't been for that voice, I wouldn't have become an idiot!" Joyce whispered, visibly afraid.

"Like a male voice, I can understand what he says, it's not Rosen, it's not secret and Austrian. Joyce sat at the table, sweaty and cold.

The strangeness of the compass's left eye, which Joyce had not yet been able to figure out, coupled with the strange dream, made his mind even more confused.

"Is there this person in the eyes, or is there a person in the Black Tower?" Joyce couldn't help but stand on top of his hair at the thought of this, extremely frightened.

Holding back the feeling of collapse, Joyce got up and brought the food from the dining car to the table one by one.

These days, Joyce has difficulty sleeping deeply, and if he doesn't eat or drink, and doesn't hurt others, I'm afraid he will be doomed himself.

A messy memory flashed, and Joyce, unsure of what was going on, thought of the stone tablet that had been remembered in the Mage's Tower.

"Yangyuan Dan, made from jade pine mushroom, horn flower, baoyang flower, red skin rehmannia root, honey, wild ginseng ......" recalling the divine inscriptions on the stone plaque, Joyce seemed to recognize the meaning of those divine inscriptions.

"Sure enough, it's Danfang, what happened to the dream just now, and what did I get?" Joyce didn't understand, how he could recognize the meaning of the divine text on the stone tablet.

The porridge was still hot, and Joyce suppressed the fear and incomprehension in her heart and forced herself to eat the food.

"Don't panic, at least I'm still alive, little by little, from ignorance to maturity, it always takes a process. Joyce stopped thinking about the strangeness of his eyes for a moment, as if nothing had happened.

After eating all the food, Joyce's stomach felt full, but she couldn't wait for the sweat on her body to dry.

Packing up and bringing her things, Joyce went out of the room and downstairs to settle the bill.

The afternoon sun was shining, and Joyce carried the eighteen silver outriggers he had found in his inn, plus six copper buruns, and walked towards the Bank of Orlando.

"The purchasing power of one gold Luo is quite strong, equivalent to twenty silver Olympics, and one silver Olympics is equivalent to twenty bronze bruns. Joyce calculates that his biggest daily expense is to buy clothes.

Entering the bank, Joyce went directly to the VIP room, opened the gift box and took out the rolls of gold Luo banknotes and bank passbooks.

"These banknotes and bank passbooks are wet?"

The female clerk at the counter looked at the money and folds handed over by Joyce, and there was a strange look on her face.

"I accidentally fell into the water. ”

Joyce thought about putting the money in an anonymous account, but after thinking about it, he still felt that the registered passbook was safer.