The two walked to a quiet corner, and Charlie breathed a deep sigh of relief:

"I'm glad you're here, otherwise I'd be exhausted."

"When does attending the prom become a burden for you, shouldn't you be able to do it easily?" Joyce asked curiously.

Charlie took a sip of champagne, replaced it with the same red wine as Joyce, and began to vomit bitterness:

"At the ball during this time, Planck had to take him to meet a different person, this general, that councilor...... You know, it's tiring to deal with these people. ”

As a friend, Joyce knew Charlie well enough to know his lazy personality, so he joked:

"Cheers, celebrate your release from the sea of suffering."

Charlie nodded approvingly, and then asked:

"Speaking of which, haven't you always disliked this kind of occasion?"

Joyce noticed that Councillor North had walked into the hall, which meant the ball was about to begin, and he smiled:

"You still have Mr. Planck, but I'm alone now, and the Best family needs friends, and that's why I'm here."

Charlie patted him on the shoulder and put on a serious tone:

"It's not easy, but you still have me."

After that, he looked around and found that no one noticed this, and said in a low voice: I have successfully configured a lot of potions, and I will send them to you tomorrow. ”

Joyce asked amusedly, "Wouldn't it still be that potion?" ”

"Of course not, am I that kind of person?" Charlie quibbled.

"Yes." Joyce replied with reason.

Charlie waved his hand and said, looking like he didn't care about you:

"Don't worry, I won't cheat you."

I have serious doubts about this...... Joyce sneered, and found the hall quiet as Councillor North stepped onto the stage to begin his speech.

"Thank you friends for coming to today's ball, my wife and I are very honored"

"Lurumi said that all men are born free and equal, and all those present, whether they are Rune or Rorsted, are fighting for the strength of the kingdom."

"Let us put aside our prejudices and praise the gods, praise His Majesty, praise fate, praise a better and better life."

Joyce clenched his right hand into a fist, and the other guests were also praising their gods and drank the alcoholic beverages in their hands.

The soothing music continued to play, and Councillor North led his wife to the opening dance.

Joyce did not forget the purpose of attending the ball, and through the observation just now, he picked out the three people who were most likely to know Ianna, and now the question was how to approach them, he couldn't go to the opening dance with a man!

"Hey, Naomi is here, I guess it's coming for you."

"I slipped away first."

Charlie reminded Joyce of a word and walked away, he was at home with such an occasion.

Naomi is tall and wears a simple milky white dress, long hair shawl, and a little powder, which can't hide her heroic spirit.

She came empty-handed, her face ruddy, as if she had drunk a lot:

"Invite me to do a dance?"

Joyce smiled, "My pleasure, beautiful young lady. ”

"When did you get flamboyant?" Naomi asked, looking up in surprise.

"Honesty is a virtue, the most inconspicuous of my many virtues."

Joyce took Naomi's hand and moved to the beat of the music, and seeing that she still had a depressed expression, she asked casually:

"Why not be happy on such a beautiful night?"

"Who you off and didn't beat him up?"

There's a reason Joyce asked this, Naomi is a daughter, but she is passionate about violence, and her martial arts skills are quite high, and many of her peers have been beaten by him, but they just refuse to admit it.

Naomi was silent for a few moments, and then asked a very strange question:

"What does it feel like to lose all your loved ones?"

This question is not polite for a child who has just lost his father, but fortunately Joyce did not pay much attention to it, and after thinking about it, he replied:

"It's hard to accept at first, but over time, habit will overcome most of the sadness."

After a moment of silence, he looked up and added:

"What doesn't kill you will make you strong."

Joyce didn't hear Russell's name from Naomi's mouth, maybe the Great didn't leave this quote, maybe it was because of the girl's absent-minded state.

"Are all men flowery?" Naomi asked again.

Joyce couldn't figure out her mind at all, it wasn't like Naomi he knew, so he made a joke to try to make her happy:

"This kind of question is not absolute, in fact, the women of Intis are also very open."

Seeing that she didn't react, Joyce continued:

"Well, let me guess, you like a guy, but he doesn't like you, or more than just you......"

"It's my uncle." Naomi interrupted.

Uncle? She fell in love with her uncle? What the hell is this unfolding? Joyce paused, almost bumping into someone next to him.

He knew that Naomi had been raised by her uncle, Mr. Fabian, since she was a child, and that she had been raised by her uncle, Mr. Fabian, until she became an adult, but it wasn't you...... What a reason!

Joyce looked at Naomi in shock, and could even feel the tremor in her voice as the latter continued to speak:

"I found my uncle having a tryst with a woman."

Fortunately, it's okay, this time it's shifted from a taboo plot to a family ethics drama......

Joyce didn't know what to say for a while, after all, this was a family matter, so he had to comfort:

"Maybe you're mistaken, Mr. Fabian isn't that kind of person."

"But I saw with my own eyes, he got into a carriage with that woman, and he was very intimate!"

He looked at the woman the way he had looked at his aunt in the early years.

Naomi's tone gradually lowered, as if the world had collapsed before her eyes.

It was the first time Joyce had seen this tough girl so sad, and for a moment she felt a sense of kinship, and until the end of the opening dance, the two of them remained silent in tacit understanding.

Walking to the sidelines, Joyce picked up a glass of white wine, looked at the crowd that continued to dance in the hall, and saw Charlie chatting happily with a group of people, who would have thought that there was a heartbroken girl here who was afraid of family breakup!

As for Naomi, in this moment, she has already drunk three glasses of red wine.

As she was about to get her fourth, Joyce stopped her:

"Being drunk can help you forget something, but it's only temporary, and waking up will be doubly painful."

Naomi was already drunk, and she began to feel very conscious, and she made a very wise decision.

"You're right, drinking doesn't solve the problem, I need to solve the root cause of the problem."

Joyce could hear a chill in her tone, and a series of plots quickly unfolded in her mind...... He's not going to get rid of that third party, is he? While the woman is at fault, your uncle is also responsible......

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

Naomi quickly convinced herself:

"I'm going to follow both of them, find the woman's address, and get her away."