"Welcome home, Monsieur Baron."

"I'm more used to you calling me by my name, Harry."

"Yes, Mr. Baron."

This familiar teasing tone stunned Joyce, as if he had returned to Earth and was chatting with his best friend, but unfortunately the facts in front of him dismissed his delusions.

He carefully looked at this Mr. Harry, who used to be his personal valet, and now the butler's assistant, which was no different from what he remembered, with black hair and black eyes, his hair combed to one side, his expression was meticulous, the only change was an extra handful of neatly trimmed beard on his chin, and asked curiously:

"Why did you suddenly grow a beard?"

Harry's beard had obviously not been long long, and he touched the beard on his chin and said dissatisfied:

"To make yourself look more mature."

Joyce probably guessed the answer, but without knowing what to think, shook his head and said:

"Mr. Hunter has never had such troubles."

Harry added faintly:

"That's because Mr. Hunter will let people know that he is very old by his appearance alone."

"Hahaha"

Joyce laughed heartily, "I'll tell Mr. Hunter this." ”

"You won't, Mr. Baron."

I'm just saying what you want to say...... Harry swallowed the latter sentence back, looked at Mr. Baron, who had come out of his grief, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled.

Joyce patted Harry on the shoulder, feeling the familiar tacit understanding between the two:

"Mr. Hunter has been left by me at Rose Manor for the time being, and the affairs of the family will be left to you."

"My pleasure, Mr. Baron."

Joyce nodded, not worried about whether he would be up to the job, turned and walked upstairs, and turned back and said:

"By the way, you take Sophia to familiarize herself with the environment, she has been living in the Rose Manor before, and rarely comes here."

Harry bowed in agreement, watching Joyce disappear around the corner of the stairs, before turning his gaze to his side:

"Sophia, I've heard your name."

"Please take care of me, Mr. Harry." Sophia knew that he would be her immediate boss, and she behaved deferentially.

Harry kept that serious expression and said emotionlessly:

"I hope you are up to the job, or I will recommend a more competent valet to Mr. Baron."

Hearing this, Sophia's expression was a little sluggish, and she couldn't help but have a bad premonition that her life might change a lot in the future.

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In the study on the second floor, Joyce opened the wooden box he had brought with him, took the notebook with the family history written on it and set it aside, he didn't know what to write on the page that belonged to him.

The focus is on the three letters left by William, he found the letter paper that recorded the potion formula, and spread it flat on the table, the highest sequence of which is only the sixth sequence "judge" of the arbiter path, which is probably the sequence where William was during his lifetime, as for the lower sequence recipes of other paths, it should be the trophy.

After reading it several times, I took out the blank paper and began to write silently, corresponding to the correct recipe one by one...... It gave him a sense of nervousness about end-of-term endorsements...... Finally, I rewrote a copy in Chinese, deliberately making the handwriting big and small, very irregular, disguised as Russell's notes.

The paper with Rune written on it, as well as William's letters, was in his hand, lit it with a match, and watched as the flames quickly devoured it, and threw it into the wooden trash can in the corner of the table.

The sheets of paper kept turning into black ashes, and Joyce seemed to see William's shadow looming in the flying flames, and he was smiling at him.

The paper burns out, the flame goes out, and everything dissipates like smoke.

After a while, Joyce came back to his senses, took out a silver knife, and cut through the spiritual wall on the iron box, and the spirit drifted away, and a thin wind rose out of thin air.

Inside the box was a dagger, more than a foot long, and the cold light appeared, and there was nothing special about it from the outside, but thinking of the negative effects mentioned in William's letter, it could subtly change the personality and thoughts of the person who used it, and Joyce did not dare to underestimate it.

Given that this is an extraordinary item of the Warrior Path, in honor of being backstabbed...... The god of war who is about to be stabbed in the back...... Joyce gave it an apt name: the Oath-Broken Blade.

Cautiously holding the dagger and infusing it with spirituality, just like Popeye eating spinach, his strength suddenly increased several times, from an assassin with high attack and low imitation to a berserker with high attack and high defense, giving him the illusion that one punch can burst steel.

At the same time, a large number of dagger fighting skills appeared in his mind, as if a martial arts master was giving himself an empowerment, and this feeling came and went quickly.

Even though he was prepared, he was in a trance for two seconds, which in actual combat was enough to be fatal...... However, these skills are surprising enough, more concise and efficient than the combat I am familiar with, and it is also more fancy and magical...... Joyce's fingers flickered, and the dagger flew up and down between his fingers.

Then, in an instant, he had sent the dagger to the "enemy", and the speed was even faster than the afterimage.

Subsequently, the dagger in his hand quickly turned into a sharp straight sword with a length of one meter, and the whole process did not take more than two seconds.

War hammers, short knives, long clubs, iron whips...... Joyce experienced a martial arts addiction that was proficient in all eighteen weapons, and was quite excited for a while.

Until he tried to make a revolver, which ended in failure, not to mention the assault rifle and other high-tech weapons that only exist in memory.

It seems that the extraordinary abilities of the "Oath Blade" are only applicable to the field of cold weapons...... No more whimsical, re-transform it into a dagger, put it back in the tin box, close your eyes and reminisce.

Most of the fighting skills that were instilled in my mind have been forgotten, but I can clearly feel the progress in consciousness, and I believe that as long as I practice diligently, it will not be a problem to become a real weapon master.

Joyce, on the other hand, was a little at a loss for what to do, he did not feel the change in personality at all, he did not become irritable or have a desire to kill, and as William said, the change was almost imperceptible until the moment of the final outbreak.

Perhaps the extraordinary person of the audience approach will be able to detect and treat this change, probably the "psychiatrist" of Sequence 7.

Russell the Great once said: be careful with the "audience", maybe he will give you some strange psychological hints during the treatment.

The best thing to do is to train a "psychiatrist" who knows the roots...... For example, the fantasy dog "Susie...... Joyce smiled, and thought that by the time he successfully cultivated, he would most likely have been promoted to the middle sequence and no longer needed this magical item, but it was a pity.

The extraordinary property of the "Pyroman" is a red clotted liquid, like jelly on earth, and Joyce who picked it up felt a spiritual burning sensation and found himself able to use the flames at a shallow level...... Well, it can be used for barbecue......

When he's had enough of playing and ready to bring it back to its original shape, he discovers an awkward problem: he doesn't know how to make a spiritual wall......