There was no sun in the morning, and the drizzle was drizzling.

The Traveler's Bar at 131 Golden Rose Street was dim and the candles were mostly extinguished.

Joyce, who walked out of the lounge on the second floor, had a slightly pale face and did not find a place to wash.

I don't know if it's early in the morning, but the second floor of the bar is exceptionally quiet, and Joyce can smell the faint smell of smoke.

"It hurts!"

Joyce was already in bad spirits, and his muscles ached as if he had been beaten by a group of big men before.

On the night of the psychic ceremony, Joyce ran all the way from Toton Manor to the cemetery, and he didn't slow down until then.

"I didn't expect to stay here for the first night!" Joyce felt like an outsider to the Traveler's Bar.

Adapting to a new work environment takes time and process, not to mention the fact that Joyce's situation is a bit special.

Seeing Bodrian Arthur sitting in his office, the door still open, Joyce wasn't sure if he had arrived early in the morning or hadn't left last night.

"Good morning, Mr. Arthur. ”

Joyce said hello at the door of her office so that she would not be rude.

"Joyce, are you okay?"

The slightly chubby middle-aged man motioned for Joyce to enter the office, looked at him and asked.

"Rupert Sr. was killed, I don't know what to do next, to be honest, I wanted to go out for breakfast, but I was worried that something bad would happen to me if I left the bar. Joyce shook her head.

"Most people have a difficult life, and if they don't have the courage to face it, they will be defeated by it. The slightly fat middle-aged man said regretfully.

Joyce had a plea, but didn't say it right away, just stood quietly in Bodrian Arthur's office.

"You signed the work contract last night, do you have any ideas?" asked the slightly fat middle-aged man who picked up the contract on the table without raising his head.

"I'm on a contract with the Traveler's Bar, and I'm not really a military guy yet. Joyce replied calmly, secretly slandering in her heart that this was the so-called supernumerary.

The slightly chubby middle-aged man smiled, as if to say that for informal staff, the help that can be given is relatively limited.

"It's normal for the regular members of the military who work here, including the mercenaries and adventurers with whom they often deal with each other, to a greater or lesser extent, to be reluctant to be humane. The slightly chubby middle-aged man leaned back on the leather chair.

"Does that mean I have a secret? Not to be so tactful. Joyce first looked uncertain, and then thought silently in her heart.

In Joyce's opinion, this Bodrian Arthur can be described as bright-eyed, and the position and experience of the other party are far from being so easy to deceive.

Even if she didn't say much in this office, Joyce felt very tired in the face of a slightly fat middle-aged man.

"Did you use some secret artifact to perform your psychic ritual at Totton Manor?" reminded Bodean Arthur of Joyce.

"It's an eye like a compass. ”

Joyce showed some helplessness and worry, and could only explain the truth.

At this time, Joyce's words were not in a hurry, he had already thought that some things could not be hidden.

Although Yaheng Hoske and Aldrich Toton are dead, the secret artifact suspected to be the burial dynasty of the Pale Age must have its origin and provenance, and if you really want to trace it, you may not be able to find it.

"What about the secret artifact as a psychic medium?"

The slightly fat middle-aged man really cared about the secret things, but his tone and expression were not anxious.

"The crack in the compass eyeball, revealing thin lines, killed Professor Totton, and I did not dare to touch it, and ran to the cemetery to tell old Rupert. "Joyce pushed the matter onto the dead.

Not to mention that the compass eyeball was shattered and annihilated, after Joyce left Toton Manor, there were also old Rupert and the people of the Goddess of Life Church who went there, and it was not easy to track down the compass eyeball.

The slightly chubby middle-aged man frowned, as if he was thinking about Joyce's statement.

Joyce, who secretly sighed that reality was so helpless, didn't dare to say that the compass eyes exploded and disappeared, although this is a fact.

"People in the military, especially those who come into contact with extraordinary things and cases, have to face dangers that may occur at any time, including me, as a newcomer, you are not qualified to apply for a gun, but due to the special situation, the rules cannot be too rigid, and besides, you are likely to go on a mission in the future. The slightly fat middle-aged man took a document on the table and said as he wrote.

Hearing what Bodan Arthur said, and seeing him sign his name on the paper, Joyce breathed a sigh of relief, he had waited for that.

"Mr. Arthur, how can I be like a Church enforcer?" Joyce didn't mention the secret, just made a comparison.

Joyce's implication was that he didn't know much about mysteries.

"Becoming a secret cultivator, although you can master some strange means, but fighting with the enemy may not be stronger than a pistol, in fact, there are many ways to become a secret cultivator, but it is also quite dangerous, in short, it is to find mysterious items, absorb the mysterious characteristics contained in it, so that you can adapt to and condense the secret source, produce secret veins, and control the strange ability. The slightly chubby middle-aged man motioned for Joyce to take the application for a gun.

"It's simple, but you'd better not try it randomly, absorbing the aura of mysterious characteristics will be extremely strong, no one dares to say that it can be easily digested, if you can't suppress the backlash, the result will be madness and loss of consciousness, or mutation into a monster. The slightly chubby middle-aged man said to Joyce.

"If you succeed, you will become a secret cultivator?"

Joyce thought of the bloodshot brilliance of the compass eyes at Toton Manor, which had been absorbed into his body.

"The way of secret cultivation is far more difficult than you imagined, digesting and producing your own secret qi, just to become the beginning of secret cultivation, open the secret source and disperse the secret veins, you can be called a secret person, and then up, there are secret people and secret masters, and starting from the secret person, there will be nine veins at each level, and it is not only difficult to be promoted, but also extremely dangerous. The slightly chubby middle-aged man explained with a smile.

"No wonder old Rupert also said secret cultivation before. ”

Joyce thought to himself, and when he mentioned the Mystery, old Rupert corrected it without a trace.

Now listening to Bodian Arthur's details, Ye Chen probably understands that the secret is only a level of secret cultivation.

"Mr. Bod'Ann Arthur, I wonder if old Rupert is the secret cultivator you are talking about?" asked Joyce, pretending to be impatient.

"For the situation of old Rupert, our military does not know too much, according to intelligence, he should be at the level of a secret person, and the mysterious characteristics may be related to life, as for how many veins of secret person he is, it is not yet certain. The slightly chubby middle-aged man was also observing Joyce's expression while talking about old Rupert.

"Sure enough!"

Joyce's surprise was not feigned, although he had already guessed before.

In addition, the secret cultivation level of old Rupert also surprised Joyce, if as Bodean Arthur said, after the secret qi is the secret one, it doesn't seem to be too high.

"If you have nothing else to do, take the gun application form and go to the underground arsenal to find Heller Ian, he will give you guns and bullets, and when you have time, you can go to the Rose and Sword Fighting Gym at 46 Minute Street for training, there is an underground training range, which belongs to the Imperial military, and every time you get a bullet in the future, you can sign a note yourself. The slightly chubby middle-aged man motioned for Joyce to get out of the office.

Joyce left the office and went downstairs, there was not a single drinker in the bar, apparently closed, and the skinny maiden waitress was even asleep in the bar.

With the application form for the gun, Joyce didn't bother the thin girl and went straight into the back aisle.

"You're a newcomer, aren't you?"

In the aisle leading to the back of the bar, a middle-aged man with a big chin sitting on guard saw Ye Chen and greeted him with a smile in the window.

Joyce nodded blankly, as if he hadn't gotten rid of the murder of Rupert Sr., and didn't have the heart to laugh with the middle-aged man with a big chin.

"Go to the head and turn right down the stairs. ”

After reading Joyce's application form for a gun, the middle-aged man expressed his understanding and came out to open three metal doors for him.

Arriving at the end of the aisle, Joyce saw passages and stairs descending on both sides.

"Yesterday Angela said that the vault and the gun depot are underground, presumably the financial and weapons depot, and there may be a volume depot. Joyce shifted to the right with some measure.

Descending the spiral staircase of stone to the ground, Joyce found the location of the arsenal.

"Is there anything you need?"

In the window of the heavy iron door, a man with a heavy beard had no intention of coming out at all, but was just talking to Joyce in the window of the heavy iron door.

"I'm new to working here, and Mr. Bodean Arthur asked me to pick up the guns and bullets. Joyce only found the procedure to go underground cumbersome, and gave the application form to the bearded man.

The window of the thick iron door closed for a moment, and when the bearded man opened it again, he had already placed a Zolun pistol with twelve rounds of two rapid loaders on the table.

"Later, when I was training in shooting, I needed bullets and had to pick them up myself. Joyce greeted the bearded man in advance.

"In the future, all you need to do is sign the note. ”

The bearded man replied in the affirmative, apparently because of the role of the application form for the match.

After trying the shoulder holster, Joyce thought it was okay, although it was not very convenient, but it was better than easily not revealing the gun.

"I've never touched Saron on Earth before, but I didn't expect it to be like this in this strange world!" Joyce said secretly after leaving the underground.

The Saorun pistol is not long, the appearance is elegant and classical, and Joyce can't say that he likes it, but he feels that the uneasiness of bringing this thing has eased slightly.

"The Traveler's Bar only serves one working dinner, so staying here for a long time is not a problem, you have to find a suitable place to stay, and the closer to the bar, the better. Joyce walked out of the bar alone, making plans for the rest of the game.

Thinking of Elena, who had left last night, Joyce was a little worried about whether she was also in a difficult situation.

Rupert Sr.'s death was not only a mental blow to Joyce and Elena, but also made their situation unoptimistic.

No matter what happened to old Rupert, when he was alive, he had everything on his shoulder, and now some of his things, as well as the problems left behind, have to be carried by Joyce and Elena.