Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

Different from the smog that hangs over the city in Backlund all year round, in Bayam in the morning, the air is fresh and the sky is clear. People can see the blue sky as soon as they open their eyes.

Storn Block is located in the most prosperous part of the entire city. Most of the people who live here are Loen people with status, as well as powerful figures such as local chiefs before being colonized. In order to ensure a decent and safe upper class life, they ordered Storn neighborhoods are patrolled non-stop by a mostly local police force.

At dawn, local policemen in uniforms dispatched in groups, using batons and violence to drive homeless people and suspicious elements away.

The man curled up in a ball on the deck chair in the park was woken up by the baton. He looked at the two policemen, one long and one young, in fear, and left amidst their scolding, and almost ran into an oncoming four-wheeled carriage. .

Fortunately, the coachman was experienced, so he pulled the reins immediately to avoid the accident, and reprimanded loudly:

"You don't have eyes when you walk!"

The homeless man lowered his head and promised, but couldn't speak a complete sentence. Seeing this, the older policeman stepped forward helplessly, and said in a half-baked Loen language:

"Hi, I'm sorry...I'll take him away right away."

The coachman was quite frightened, and said impatiently: "No need, let him watch when he walks in the future."

"sure."

After the carriage had started to drive away, the policeman resumed his high-spirited tone and said to the tramp:

"If you don't get lost, what are you waiting for? Wait until I treat you to dinner!"

The young policeman who spent all his savings to get this position saw all this and asked curiously:

"Why didn't you arrest him?"

"If you arrest him, you can take care of him." The elderly policeman continued to patrol, explaining as he walked: "These homeless people wish they were caught in the police station, and they haven't committed any serious crimes. Some sleep."

So that was the case, the young policeman changed the question: "Whose family owns that carriage?"

"Look at the badge on the carriage. It's the symbol of the Best family. That's a real nobleman." The old policeman didn't hide his envy in his tone.

The young policeman has a good memory, recalling the badge that flashed just now: a hammer smashed a ball of flames in the void.

Thinking of the scene just now, I was a little overwhelmed for a moment. Even a servant is like this. One can imagine the status of a nobleman. One day, I will also get this status.

The senior policeman didn't notice the ambitions of the juniors around him. He saw a sneaky figure looking around not far away, and immediately shouted loudly:

"Who is that, and what does it do?"

…………

"Don't look at me with such complicated eyes, what I said will always count, unless...you take the initiative yourself."

Several carriages with luggage and servants set off first, and Joyce and Sophia also boarded a carriage, preparing to leave Rose Manor.

He saw that the maid's appearance was a bit cute when she wanted to peek at him but didn't dare to look at him, so he couldn't help but tease her.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the maid who had been pretending to be an ostrich straightened her neck and retorted in a low voice:

"I won't."

"That's not necessarily true." Joyce deliberately moved closer to her, and counted with his fingers: "I am handsome, have a title, young, and rich. What are you fighting against me with?"

Sophia thought about it carefully, and she didn't seem to think anything was wrong, so she said stiffly:

"Anyway, it won't."

"Haha, very good, very strong, I am optimistic about you." He said with a smile, and deliberately patted the shoulder of the maid lady, leaned back on the soft cushion, and continued to ask:

"Tell me your story. In my memory, you seem to have lived in the mansion for many years."

Sophia was silent for a long time, and many images flashed in her little head. She is actually a very observant person. Looking at the lazy man in front of her, she keenly noticed that Mr. Baron had changed, and she felt the deepest The most important point is that Mr. Baron no longer makes things difficult for himself, and can even tolerate his own willfulness.

Maybe I was the first to find out... The maid couldn't help but praise herself in her heart, and after sorting out her words, she said:

"Mr. William saved my life. I was ten years old that year, and I have been working in the manor ever since."

Good guy, hiring child labor is...William always likes to adopt and raise homeless children from an early age. Maybe it is out of love and justice, and it is also a means of self-protection as a last resort in the colony.

Looking up and seeing that Mr. Baron didn't respond, Sophia continued to narrate:

"My mother is from Rorsted, and my father is from Loen."

"Well, I can see it."

Joyce was referring to her preference for the appearance of the Loen people, maintaining the figure of the local people, perfectly combining the advantages of the two.

"Before I was born, he left Bayam and returned to Loen, leaving behind his pregnant wife, leaving only a large sum of money, um, for me and my mother."

Since Bayam became a colony, many Loenites broke out with enthusiasm like gold rush, looking for a local woman to solve their needs, and after earning enough money, they returned to the country and became a decent gentleman.

In comparison, the maid's father at least left "living expenses", which is considered conscientious... Joyce kept thinking about it, and asked:

"and after?"

"Later, when I was ten years old, I was accidentally kidnapped by gangsters. Soon after, Mr. William appeared and rescued me, but my mother had been sold far away and could not be traced."

The maid said her ordeal in an understatement, as if she didn't care about it, but the sadness in her eyes was real. Joyce couldn't help but think about what he was doing when he was ten years old. Probably worrying about the increasing number of courses.

In order to get rid of the depression that filled the air, he concluded: "In the end, I was lucky enough to become my personal maid."

How can this be called luck! Sophia still remembered that Mr. Baron was drunk that day. If she hadn't insisted on resisting, she might have...

"Why, do you feel unlucky?" Joyce asked deliberately.

"...Fortunate." Sophia replied rather unnaturally, but she was thinking in her heart: Mr. Baron and Mr. William have completely different personalities.

Alright, molesting should be moderate... Joyce warned himself to stop joking with the maid, put a locked wooden box beside him on his lap, and rubbed it with his hands:

"I saw you looked at it several times, wondering what's inside?"

"No, no..." The maid shook her head subconsciously, and quickly blushed and said, "I'm a little curious."

Joyce tries unsuccessfully to elicit a smile:

"It contains the relics of my father."

"Mr. William is the most upright and kind-hearted person I have ever met." Sophia was full of admiration when she said this.

A soldier, a soldier who has been promoted to a colonel by virtue of his military exploits... Maybe, but he is indeed a good father. Joyce half-closed his eyes and said nothing until he reached his destination.

The carriage stopped slowly, and the driver said respectfully, "Mr. Baron, we have arrived."

The maid opened the curtain, and Joyce got out of the carriage with the wooden box, and saw a three-story garden villa, No. 14 Storn Street, a familiar home.

When he stepped into the gate, he was acutely aware that someone was staring at him. Looking where the gaze came from, he saw two policemen, one long and one young. The one staring at him was the young policeman. Joyce smiled at him With a smile, he turned and walked into the gate of the villa.