The man chuckled lightly, and the tone of his voice fluctuated, obviously hiding his identity, and with the gloomy and dim environment, it sounded terrifying.

"Carl? The coachman? Killed by me. ”

"Don't worry, you will be killed with a knife, and you will not suffer any pain."

"You bastard!"

Joyce struggled, picked up the chair under his seat and rushed towards him.

The masked man kicked it back and said slowly:

"Calm down, Mr. Best, there's no need to be in such a hurry if you want to die."

"Do you know who I am?" Joyce asked.

The man smiled, not at all nervous, and sat down again:

"If you don't know, what am I going to do with you, prank?"

"Makes sense."

Joyce nodded in agreement, and with the help of the dim candlelight, he found that the man was slightly stunned for a second, calmed down and said:

"Now that you know my identity, tell me what you want, it won't be my life."

"That's right, the one who knows the times is Junjie, if I want to kill you, why bother so much! Cooperate obediently, I don't have any interest in your little life. ”

The masked man pretended to applaud:

"I'll ask you a few questions, and you must answer them truthfully, otherwise...... You know the end. ”

Joyce was about to nod his head, when he suddenly felt a strong oppressive force, as if there was a piece of sandpaper gently rubbing in his head, ready to wipe his brain off, and the feeling of hanging was very sad.

Enduring the constant flow of fear and numbness, Joyce immediately judged that this extraordinary ability belonged to the Sequence Seven "Inquisitor" of the Arbiter Pathway.

Someone from the military? Or someone from MI9? Thomas only came to remind him yesterday that he was caught here today, is it too much of a coincidence......

"What, you disagree?" Seeing that Joyce was silent, the masked man increased the mental pressure on him.

"I didn't ...... No comments...... You ask. Joyce denied it intermittently, her trembling voice indicating her fear and cooperation.

The masked man sat up straight and asked in a deep voice:

"Did William leave you any relics before he died?"

"Some ......" Joyce admits decisively, the "whip" in his head forcing him to lie hard.

The masked man looked forward to it for two seconds, but found that Joyce didn't continue, and couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and said in his heart: You can really answer whatever I ask, and don't say anything more!

So he went on to ask, "What did William leave behind?" ”

"A ...... Note......" Joyce replied truthfully.

"What's in the notes?" The masked man felt that he was approaching the answer, and for a moment he was quite excited, temporarily tolerating Joyce's stumbling and stumbling way of speaking, as if procrastinating for time.

Joyce pretended to think, and only after a minute did he say:

"Note...... It is documented...... History of the Best Family...... And some ...... Potion recipe. ”

This had nothing to do with the masked man's imaginary answer, and he began to become angry, increasing the intensity of his mental oppression, and asked fiercely:

"You're kidding me!"

Joyce endured the bitter taste, and his voice was no longer staccato, but said eagerly:

"No, I'm telling the truth!"

Of course, I know that you are telling the truth, and as an "interrogator", I still have some judgment...... But he was still very angry, the masked man no longer induced, but asked directly:

"In whose hands is the list left by William?"

"List? What list? ”

Joyce was stunned when he heard this, his eyes were full of doubts, he didn't fake it, and even the movements of his hands paused for a second.

"Fuck, don't play dumb with me." The masked man cursed, and then said:

"Even if William didn't give you the list, he must have left you a clue to find it, think about it, otherwise, I will turn you into an idiot."

The pain that had just woken him up was still vivid, and Joyce hurriedly admitted:

"Let me think, give me some time......"

While begging for mercy, Joyce quickly pondered in his mind what this so-called "list" was...... According to the experience of watching martial arts movies, the "list" often refers to the criminal evidence of a group of bad guys, but why does William have a "list", he is a soldier, not a detective......

The masked man was a little impatient, and "kindness" reminded:

"Don't think about delaying time and waiting for someone to save you, no one can find this place."

"Say what I want, and I won't hurt you."

Joyce retrieved all of William's memories and found that he had never heard him talk about the so-called "lists......

He suggested untimely advice, "Can you give me some hints?" ”

"Dare to put forward conditions!"

The masked man was dissatisfied at first, but he still suppressed the weird feeling and patiently gave a hint:

"About the disappearance of the human being in Rorsted."

Missing Persons!

Joyce's mind had a flash of inspiration, and the fragments of stories that had been obtained through different channels since the time traveled were like beads scattered randomly, suddenly gathered at this moment and connected in series to form a complete necklace.

Buying and selling human beings, William's death, lists, surveillance...... All the details come together to form an almost complete story.

The story begins when William somehow discovers the truth about the disappearance of the Rothsted human being and is assassinated...... But William had already guessed the result, and he left a "list" in advance that could be used as evidence...... That's why Ianna only dared to spy on me and didn't dare to do it directly, they were afraid that if something happened to me, the list would be sent to where it shouldn't be......

The fog that had been hanging over his head finally lifted, and even though he was in the dark, and even with a sword hanging above his head, Joyce still felt refreshed.

Glancing up at the masked man who had kidnapped him, Joyce could conclude that his life was definitely not in danger, although he didn't know who had sent him.

In the eyes of the masked man, his performance was definitely rewarding, and he was very excited in his heart, and hurriedly asked:

"If you think of something, say it quickly!"

Who knew that Joyce put his neck horizontally:

"Kill me."

The mask smirked and said sharply:

"You brought it on yourself!"

With that, a "psychic piercing" was unleashed at Joyce, who screamed in pain again, trembling even more violently, and falling something from his body in the process of shaking.

The masked man subconsciously looked towards the ground, and with the help of the faint candlelight, he saw a golden pupil.

It's so beautiful, it's supposed to be mine...... The masked man had this thought inexplicably, and lowered his head to try to pick it up.

After he took the golden pupil in his hand, Joyce, who should have been tied to the chair, suddenly pulled his hands out of his back, clenched a long sword, and stabbed forward with all his strength against the pain in his mind.

The masked man has been on the battlefield for a long time and has a lot of combat experience, and in this crisis, in a short moment, he did two things.

The first thing he did was to try to turn his body sideways to avoid fatal injury.

Second, he threw out the golden pupil that had just been in his hand for less than two seconds.

Based on his experience, he had already discovered that the pupil was a magical item, and magical items all had side effects, so he couldn't help but pick it up should be one of them......

Unknown negative effects, deadly enough in a life-and-death battle.

His experience allowed him to dodge the fatal blow, but inevitably, a huge wound was cut open from his left chest to his waist, and his bones were visible.

But he survived.

Then, the masked man noticed that Joyce did not stop moving, but ran straight behind him, and just as he was puzzled, two candles were cut off on the ground, and the only light source suddenly disappeared, and the closed room fell into darkness with no fingers visible.

All he heard was Joyce moving around the room, her voice getting quieter and quieter, and finally disappearing into the shadows.