There are always countless trivial things that happen in the process of moving.

In the process of dealing with these matters, Sophia discovers that Mr. Harry is a cold man on the outside but soft on the inside, and even if the servants do something wrong, he will not be harsh, but patiently correct.

It can be seen that he does not approve of me becoming Monsieur Baron's personal maid, but he does not work in the slightest perfunctory, and still teaches himself seriously and responsibly......

It's just not very good at talking...... Sophia grinds coffee by hand while complaining about Harry's expression.

Just now, when he was taking himself to familiarize himself with the layout of the villa, Harry suddenly stopped, and let himself who was following him almost collide.

"Monsieur Baron likes to have a cup of coffee while reading, you know?"

Wouldn't it just be for me to prepare coffee, just say no...... How do I know that Monsieur Baron has this habit, and that he never went into the study when he was at the manor...... Sophia squeezed the beans as hard as if using them as a punching bag.

The hot water was boiled, two spoonfuls of sugar, a spoonful of milk, the unique aroma suddenly wafted out, she took a deep breath, and her mood suddenly lightened, she had noticed that Monsieur Baron did not like plain coffee.

The study on the second floor is this door...... Sophia knocked on the door twice.

"Please come in."

She pushed the door open and saw Monsieur Baron sitting at his desk, reading a very old book, so absorbed that he did not look up to see herself.

"Mr. Baron, your coffee." She whispered.

"Thanks, put it here."

Joyce glanced up slightly, and gestured to her right.

Before leaving, Sofia glanced at the name of the book, which happened to be a Rune word she knew: "Alonso's Travels".

The main character of the book is a man named Alonso, a ranger, and mainly tells the story of Alonso and his talking elk companions.

At first, Joyce thought it was an otherworldly version of Don Quixote, but the first story described in the book made him change his mind.

A man and a deer came to a strange village to spend the night, and they were all safe at dinner, but they woke up in the middle of the night to find that the whole village had gone crazy.

After a classic reasoning by the talking elk...... Yes, the elk is the real protagonist...... Alonso found the culprit, an evil hypnotist who hypnotized the villagers only to do experiments to prove that mental illness can be transmitted through the subconscious.

After sending him to the Inquisition, he set out on a journey again, encountering a third-party witch who cursed the accidental death of a noble lady, a devout believer who walked through the storm, a devout believer who forgot his own gods, and a devil's ferryman who collected his soul as the fare for the ship......

Under the aura of a powerful protagonist, the talking elk is almost omnipotent, and can skillfully turn danger into a disaster after every distress.

Joyce learned a lot from this, which was enough to help him not be overwhelmed when he met the same extraordinary person in the future.

Closing the last page, the wording and sentence construction of the whole book gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had read a similar article somewhere?

"Travels of the Subconscious", last night, at Rose Manor, on the desk in the bedroom, by Pauli Dellau.

"Alonso's Travels" is not authored, maybe the two books are the same author? After all, they are all travelogue genres, and the writing and story structure are roughly similar.

Even if this author is really a powerful and extraordinary person who loves to write books, what does it have to do with me...... Joyce laughed to herself, and couldn't help but lament that she had been too suspicious for the past two days, and quickly ignored the problem.

It's time to go for a leisurely afternoon tea.

Maybe it was the influence of the original owner, or maybe the environment changed his character, Joyce, who had never had this habit in his previous life, quickly fell in love with this way of leisure.

Sweets are always a pleasure, and it's even better if you don't gain weight.

Joyce tasted the pastry carefully prepared by the chef, commented from time to time, and listened to Harry's report at the same time, but the more he listened, the more wrong it became:

"In other words, starting tomorrow and continuing until the beginning of next month, my schedule is already full?"

"Yes, Monsieur Baron, there are even invitations to multiple banquets on the same day." Harry added.

Joyce swallowed a fruit cake, his face full of helplessness:

"I'm a baron, not a governor!"

"Push it away, push it away from all those boring banquet invitations...... Well, I'll be present at General Gordon's banquet. ”

General Gordon is the old boss of his father William, the two have fought side by side for many years, and the relationship is deep, at William's funeral, General Gordon also personally presented a eulogy, his invitation, he can not refuse.

Harry immediately made a note and was about to speak, but he heard hurried footsteps from far to near, and when he turned around, he saw a manservant approaching quickly, leaning over and whispering something in his ear, which made him look puzzled and frown.

Joyce took a sip of the greasy black tea, and when he saw this, he asked:

"What's wrong?"

Harry's expression returned to seriousness and replied truthfully:

"There's a guy in a police uniform out there who claims to have something important to report to you."

The police? When did you provoke them? Not to mention how dare the police of the colony investigate a baron...... Joyce was open and undaunted, and said with a smile:

"Invite him in."

"Yes, Mr. Baron." Harry nodded to the manservant behind him.

…………

Dean was a native of Rorsted, his parents were dead, he had no education, and relied on his cleverness to eat in the local gang until he reached adulthood.

After a major turning point in his life, he repented and began to teach himself Rune, mastering it in just three months, before exchanging all the money he had saved over the past two decades for the police uniform he now wears.

On his first day on patrol, Dean saw the disparity in status between people, and saw a nobleman about his age, but with a mansion and servants, and he vowed to climb higher.

What he didn't expect was that the opportunity came so suddenly.

The senior police officers who patrolled with him caught a suspicious person and brought him back to the police station for torture and interrogation, and learned that the prisoner claimed to be an informant for the Resistance, in order to investigate the itinerary and habits of the new baron, Joyce Best.

According to the Rebels, Joyce Best's title was earned with countless bloods and will be punished by the god of the sea.

The police are accustomed to such cases, and the rebels are always impulsive, unintelligent, and do not even mean to report them.

Because of this, Dean was able to easily obtain the entire interrogation report of the case, only to surprise him.

The confession was false, and he was lying...... That was Dean's first thought when he saw the report, because he knew the prisoner.

…………

"According to you, wouldn't he have killed himself if he would rather call himself a rebel than admit that he is a gangster?"

Dean cautiously glanced up at the indifferent Joyce Best, and immediately lowered his head and said:

"Mr. Baron, do you know that in cases involving the rebels, the police department may choose to deal with it simply, but if it is found that the local gang is trying to target a nobleman, then the matter will be a big deal......"

Depending on the location, the way of thinking about the problem will be different...... The police are mostly locals and mixed-race people, and there is naturally no shortage of sympathetic to the rebels, but the gangs are under the direct jurisdiction of the police department, and there is no room for error...... Joyce figured out the twists and turns, and asked in a deep voice:

"What will happen to that prisoner?"

"Locked up for two days, fined a sum of money, and then released."

Dean remembered what had happened to him when he was in the gang, and quickly replied.

"Good." Joyce asked, "Would you like to do me a favor?" ”

That's what I'm here for...... Dean suppressed the excitement in his heart, and his head hung lower:

"My pleasure, honorable Monsieur Baron."

Joyce took a sip from his teacup, and said softly:

"I'm a guy who likes to exchange for equal value."

"Hopefully the next time we meet, the whole thing has already been investigated, what do you think?"

"Follow your wishes."

Dean got the best ending and left with a witty farewell.

Harry, who had listened to the whole process, suggested: "Do you want to inform Mr. Thomas?" ”

"Don't make a fuss about things that haven't been confirmed yet, and besides, didn't I commission this Mr. Dean to investigate? He will give me a satisfactory answer. ”

Joyce's tone was firm, and he noticed Sophia next to her:

"Say whatever you want?"

"Why didn't he report to his boss?" Sophia wondered as she pointed in the direction Dean had left.

Joyce glanced at her, "Because he's smarter than you." ”

"He's also an ambitious person."