There was a brief silence at the table, and Planck continued:

"Joyce, you have now reinstated the title of Baron, and once His Majesty has passed this proposal, you will have a logical chance of having a seat in the House of Lords."

When Joyce heard this, no matter how his heart was arranged, he still said generously on the surface:

"The glory of nobility, I will earn it through my own efforts, not in this way."

"Ambitious." Planck gave a thumbs up, and then said:

"However, your title of nocracy, inherited from William, has not yet been canonized by His Majesty the King himself...... I've heard rumors that someone is trying to get you to Beckland. ”

Wish I was going to Beckland...... But I had no friends there, only enemies.

Looking at Mr. Planck's quiet appearance, it seems to imply something, probably the ghost of Major General Bright...... Joyce was quick to make a judgment.

He smiled, "I'm looking forward to that day." ”

Planck looked a little surprised, after understanding what Joyce did, he didn't think that the other party couldn't understand his hints, only that he had enough confidence.

The dinner ended in a peaceful atmosphere, and the two played another game of chess, with rules similar to chess...... Joyce, of course, was no match and returned defeated.

Charlie kept sending it far away, and when he came to the gate, he whispered:

"There's a party on Sunday, I'll go look for you."

It's so cautious that it can only be a gathering held by the "School of Life", but I have already got a clue about the "Onyx Peacock", and I will be able to ...... next Monday Joyce thought relaxedly.

Wait, that "lucky guy" who calls himself Robinson is probably a member of the "School of Life", and he said that with some preparation, will he plan to attend this extraordinary party on Sunday...... It's not impossible...... It's a pity that everyone at the party will wear disguises, and it is difficult to recognize each other's true identities, otherwise they can understand each other's hole cards.

The main material of Sequence 7 "Witch" has clues, but the potion of "Instigator" has not yet been digested...... Joyce was a little troubled and planned to go to the docklands tomorrow to look for opportunities to play and speed up the digestion of potions in his body.

The sky is not as good as people, and before he could go out the next day, he was blocked at home.

Thomas, who was promoted to Sequence VII "Interrogator", is now a major in MI9, and visits him.

In the familiar living room, the two sat separately.

Joyce smiled and asked, "Why do you have time to come to me today...... I heard that you have been promoted to major, but I haven't had time to congratulate you! ”

Thomas's complicated expression flashed, looked directly at Joyce and said:

"It's just luck, actually, I came to see you once, but you weren't at home."

"Well, I went out some time ago and was busy with something."

Joyce said simply perfunctorily, not wanting to dwell on the subject, and instead continued to ask:

"What's the urgency of looking for me?"

Thomas took a sip of the coffee at hand, bitter and sweet, and I don't know when the coffee in Joyce's house became sweetened and milked.

"Are you extraordinary?" He asked softly.

"Why do you ask?" Joyce said and did not deny it.

Thomas tapped his fingers on the handle of the chair, and for a moment, as if hesitating, finally he replied:

"I investigated the files left behind by the deceased Major Diego and traced back to some strange places."

Joyce sat upright, making a deaf gesture and motioning for the other to continue.

"Remember the 'scales'?"

Without waiting for Joyce to respond, as if asking himself, Thomas continued without pause:

"It was I who informed you of the meeting held by the 'Scales', which came from an order from Diego, who believed that Mr. William's death was related to the disappearance of Rorsted some time ago...... I think you might be clearer. ”

"I don't know how you got the potion recipe, but you asked for extraordinary ingredients at the Scales party."

And the very next day, Diego used his contribution to cash out two extraordinary materials from MI9 at a low price...... Then, the two of you were assassinated on the same day, and he died, and you survived......"

Joyce concluded, "It was an Assassin sent by the Resistance, and I was just lucky. ”

Thomas, who was interrupted from his train of thought, did not see annoyance, but his voice became more and more flat:

"Yes, MI9 and the Byam police station have come to a surprisingly consistent conclusion, and all the evidence points to the Resistance."

He chimed in, then looked up at Joyce:

"You know, I'm a curious person."

"I did some investigation on my own initiative, and MI9 closed the case very quickly, because it was signaled by Major General Bright, but it didn't take long for Major General Bright to be grounded until he was sent back to Beckland...... At this point in time, you happen to be missing. ”

"In the end, all investigations into the disappearance of Rorsted were halted...... Don't you think it's a very coincidence that these things happen? ”

Joyce picked up the coffee cup, and it was easy to tell that it was made by Sophia herself, and only Miss Maid knew her habits best.

The silence gradually spread, and he commented: "It's a good story, but what does it mean?" ”

Thomas shook his head and said, "Nothing can be represented, the whole thing has been closed, and all the plots just now are just my guesses." ”

Then, he accentuated his tone slightly:

"I want to know one thing, did you kill Diego?"

Hearing this, Joyce grinned the corners of her mouth, revealing a sincere and hearty smile:

"It's not."

Thomas didn't care, it seemed that he just asked casually, he was silent for a moment, and after raising his head, a complicated expression seemed to be engraved on his face.

"You've asked for extraordinary materials from 'Balances' twice, and they are not the same, one is the audience sequence, and the other is the assassin sequence......"

"Which path did you choose?"

Joyce's smile quickly faded: "How do you know?" ”

Thomas replied simply, "The authority of the major is much greater than that of the captain. ”

"I didn't choose any of them." Joyce gave the answer.

"Understood." Thomas seemed to let go of some burden, and quickly asked:

"What's next?"

Joyce said: "I went to a dinner at Charlie's house last night, and had a pleasant conversation with Mr. Planck, and he hinted that I might be called upon to go to Beckland and receive the canonization of His Majesty in person. ”

"Beckland is the most prosperous city in the world, but it's just as dangerous."

Thomas sighed after a moment of recollection, and then added:

"Before you leave, remember to inform me in advance, I need you to help me bring a letter back home."

Joyce smiled: "Even if you really want to go, it is difficult to determine the departure time, isn't your letter in a hurry?" ”

"There's no hurry." Thomas finally smiled: "It's not the letter that matters, it's the person who sends it." ”

"My father is a viscount, and he has a good personal relationship with many influential councillors and nobles, and may be able to help you in some way."

"Don't say no, because we'll always be brothers."

After Thomas left, Joyce was left alone in the parlor to meditate.