"You'll find out in a moment."

Joyce said meaningfully.

"You're waiting in the car."

Sophia watched him get out of the car and leave, and didn't react for a while, because Mr. Baron's voice turned into a female voice, which turned out to be very good!

The coachman was pleasantly surprised to take the double car money, and watched a strange "woman" get out of the car and quickly walked away, muttering suspiciously:

"Did I pull her?"

…………

The location of Fragrant Tree Avenue is close to the docklands, which is a popular spot for adventurers and pirates.

There were a number of bounties posted on the door of the gentleman's pub against the pirates, and Joyce glanced at it casually, pushed the door open, and was greeted by a chaotic scene of demons dancing wildly.

Ragged dancers stand in the center of the stage, dancing around the poles, and a group of alcohol-drugged men are holding wine glasses and howling in line with the dancers' movements.

Joyce, a woman in women's clothing, enters the bar as distinctly as fireflies in the night sky.

Every guest who spotted him looked surprised, and some of the drunken men even staggered towards him...... Either scared away by his eyes, or kicked to the ground by him.

This kind of behavior is not only unstoppable, but will cause bursts of cheers.

It made him feel like a monkey...... Joyce frowned and hurried to the bar.

The bartender had long noticed this strange "woman", and experience had told him that this kind of "woman" could not be provoked, so he pretended that nothing had happened, wiped his wine glass and greeted:

"Beauty, come for the first time, what to drink?"

Joyce did not hide the disgust in her eyes at all, and asked directly in a female voice:

"Is Eric there?"

The bartender stopped what he was doing, straightened up, and asked while giving his accomplices in the hall a look:

"What are you looking for him?"

Sensing someone approaching behind him, Joyce didn't care, and said coldly:

"I've been told that Eric is well-informed, and that I have a valuable commission to give him."

"Who called you here?"

Joyce turned his head and saw two dark-skinned strong men standing in front of him in an enveloping posture, and he asked pretended to be haughty:

"Are you Eric?"

The strong man who asked loudly flashed with anger in his eyes, and stared coldly at Joyce for a long time, and the companion next to him broke the deadlock and said:

"The boss is upstairs."

"Come with me."

Passing through the staircase guards, Joyce was stopped in place, but he saw Eric sitting alone at a table drinking.

As Dean said, he was dressed more modestly, with fair skin and weak features, more like a woman than his own in women's clothes......

The bodyguard whispered something in his ear, Eric looked over and waved his hand, and the guard let Joyce go.

"It's rare for a lady with such temperament as you to appear in front of me."

Joyce put on an attitude of counting your acquaintance, trying to match the identity he designed for himself, a rich lady with an extreme personality,

"I heard that you are very powerful, I have a commission, can you complete it?"

Eric smiled disapprovingly:

"It depends on what you're committing and what you're willing to pay."

"As long as you can get it done, money is not an issue." Joyce made a bold promise, looked around again, and said:

"It's too noisy here, is there a quieter room?"

Eric drank the wine from his glass:

"Satisfying a lady's requirements is the basic quality of a gentleman."

Joyce followed him into a soundproofed room, and as expected, two bodyguards followed him in, the revolver looming from his waist.

"I have always thought that human life is the most precious, and no matter how much I care, I can't overdo it."

Eric explained as he sat down on the couch:

"Now you can say your commission."

A human trafficker pretends to be a philosopher, and he is crowned with a monkey...... Joyce scolded in his heart and sat down across from him calmly:

"Before I talk about commissioning, I'm going to show you something."

Then, he slowly spread out his right hand, as if there was some peerless treasure inside, completely drawing Eric's attention to it.

This "woman" seems to have been holding her right fist since she came in...... Eric recalls that it was enough to pique his curiosity.

It was a golden pupil.

The moment he saw it, it was as if someone had smashed his head hard, and the pain and fear caused him to scream.

Then, many more memories appeared in his mind, which seemed to conflict with each other, and finally converged into one sentence: the one with the golden pupils is his master, and he will obey his orders unconditionally.

After a brief moment of confusion, Eric regained consciousness, and he saw that his bodyguard was pointing at the head of the "woman" with a revolver, and the "woman" kept a kind smile and said to him lightly:

"We should talk about it alone, don't you think?"

He nodded subconsciously, followed Joyce's advice, and angrily reprimanded the bodyguard:

"Put away your guns and get out."

When there were only the two of them left in the room, Joyce resumed her male voice and asked quickly:

"Who told you to spy on Joyce Best?"

"It's Chloe."

Eric replied without hesitation.

Chloe! That Chloe I killed? What is this unfolding?

Joyce's brain suddenly shut down, and after a second he reacted and immediately asked:

"Chloe, in his forties, with silver-rimmed glasses, who used to be a pirate?"

Eric recalls for two seconds:

"I don't know if he's a pirate or not, but the other descriptions match, plus he has a golden pupil."

It's really him, "Clever Kloe"!

He was investigating me, and I killed him...... Good guys, go both ways and belong to yes!

"What's your relationship with Chloe?" Joyce asked after calming down.

"He's my master, no...... The golden pupils are my master...... So, you are now my master. ”

Eric's words were a little confused, and there seemed to be a fight of different thoughts in his head, but Joyce quickly understood what he meant.

The living Chloe used the "Eye of Social Death" to control Eric to do things for him, but now that Chloe is dead, the "Eye of Social Death" is in Joyce's hands.

Just now he gave a psychological hint to Eric, which clashed with Chloe's hint, and by mistake, Eric now regards the "Eye of Social Death" as the master......

"Hehe, you're really stuck in bugs......"

Wait, how do I say this English word!

I was obviously muttering in my heart, why did I say it...... Damn, the eye of social death...... Luckily, the Amun level in the nearby air is zero, otherwise I wouldn't have it!

Joyce put away the "Eye of Social Death" with an ugly face, and asked Eric again:

"Why did Chloe ask you to investigate me...... Investigating Joyce? ”

"I don't know." Eric replied dryly.

"Where are the results of the investigation?" He changed the question.

"No results."

Why is there no result...... Joyce was surprised: "Tell me more. ”

"A month ago, Chloe asked me to spy on Joyce Best's every move......"

Eric gathered his thoughts and began to speak, only to be interrupted before he could finish his first sentence.

"Wait."

Joyce called out: "A month ago? ”

"Yes."

I hadn't crossed it yet...... Subconsciously thought that Chloe was coming for him, but he didn't expect that the surveillance started a month ago, and he was monitoring the original owner, why......

After a brief moment of thought, Joyce motioned for Eric to continue.