Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

The bustling Bayam, the entire city, was artificially divided into two completely different worlds.

This is very similar to Backlund.

Backlund's East District is poor, numb, and weak... while Bayam's dock area is chaotic, lustful, and crazy...

Two paths leading to death respectively, it is hard to tell who is nobler than the other.

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Joyce strolled on the street, as if he could feel the rampant desires and evil thoughts constantly rising.

He hasn't personally summed up the playing rules of the "instigator", but just wants to imitate the experience of the "predecessors".

Like Triss, instigating the crew on the entire ship to kill each other in order to digest the potion...

Therefore, Bayam's dock area became his best choice.

Here, pirates and gangsters are rampant, and people disappear or even die every day, which is enough to cover up the disasters he created when he acted... Joyce's original idea was to join an evil pirate group and use the ability of "abetting" to break it apart ...

But before that, he intends to test the waters first. After all, food has to be eaten bite by bite, and the road has to be walked step by step. If the steps are too big, it is easy to tear the egg...

thinking too far...

He swaggered in a bar called "Tulip".

At this moment, Joyce took off the exquisite attire of the aristocrats and put on cheap clothes. His skin was deliberately rough, and his hair was messy floating on his forehead.

He took out two coins and put them on the table pretending to be bold, while his eyes always glanced at the back door of the bar deliberately:

"A glass of Southwell beer."

The bartender's eyes were quite venomous. He clearly noticed that the man in front of him glanced at the coins he had paid, as if reluctant to give up, and quickly came to the conclusion in his heart: he is a poor man and a gambler.

A glass of beer was full, with golden foam rising, and Joyce immediately leaned forward to take a big sip when he saw it.

The bar put away the coins and said calmly:

"The game will start immediately, you can go down."

Joyce smiled sincerely when he heard the words, said "Thank you", picked up the wine glass, turned and walked underground.

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The bar in the dock area, if you don't have something exciting, you're embarrassed to open the door!

The bar in front of me is most famous for its underground boxing ring. Because people are often beaten to death in the ring, it is very popular.

So, it was lucky to be Joyce's first test product.

The so-called underground boxing field maintained the most primitive style. There was a ring in the center of the hall, and there were no seats around it, but it still attracted many spectators to watch the match.

When Joyce came in, the match hadn't started yet, and there was only a woman in rags dancing on the ring.

It's a pity that the audience in the audience didn't buy it, and some even shouted:

"Why hasn't the game started yet?"

"Yeah, let's get started!"

"I waited until all the flowers withered..."

The dancer was not embarrassed either, she ended the warm-up session early, took a breath, and became the host with a smile on her face.

"Thank you for your enthusiasm, then, the competition will begin immediately!"

"First of all, let's invite our today's defender, Hansen, a berserker who has not lost a single match in 13 consecutive games and killed his opponent seven times!"

With the sound of the woman's introduction, a bald man with a big arm and a round waist stepped onto the ring, took off his cloak, bare his upper body, and raised his arms and shouted.

The audience in the audience was even more enthusiastic, waving the receipts in their hands, and shouting "Hansen", "God of War" and other titles... These people probably put gold pounds on him.

Afterwards, the woman introduced again: "Next, welcome to today's challenger, an unknown kid, Evan."

It's a pity that before the cheers sounded this time, they were covered up by waves of boos.

Evan is a young man with a shorter stature, but his muscles are bulging, and he looks full of strength. He jumped onto the ring with a very relaxed look.

With the woman's loud announcement, the game officially began.

After a brief confrontation, the two contestants fought fiercely. The feeling of punching to the flesh made the adrenaline of the audience soar, and they kept roaring and cheering at the top of their lungs.

Unfortunately, in Joyce's view, the two of them combined are not his opponents.

In addition, from his professional point of view, the battle between the two on stage seemed passionate, but in fact it seemed like they were acting.

Bald Hansen's moves were fierce and he always had the upper hand, but his attacks would not cause much damage to his opponent at all, and he seemed to be deliberately withdrawing his strength.

On the other hand, Evan's few counterattacks caused considerable damage, and he didn't seem urgent at all, full of confidence.

It didn't take much wisdom for Joyce to guess that the two were playing fake matches.

Looking upstairs at the stands, as expected, I saw a middle-aged man holding red wine watching the game with great interest.

He should be the owner of the bar... Joyce guessed in his heart, and then a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, waiting for the intermission.

This period of time is not only for the fighters to rest, but more importantly, to allow enough time for the audience to raise their bets according to the situation on the field...

Joyce easily squeezed his way into the crowd, next to the much-loved bald Hansen.

He lowered his voice and said:

"That guy not only wants you to lose, he wants to take the opportunity to kill you."

Hearing this, Hansen turned his head abruptly, and saw many people around him, chattering so noisy that it was impossible to tell who said the sentence.

However, there seemed to be some kind of magical power in those words, which aroused suspicion and malice in his heart.

Hansen turned his head to look at his opponent, the boy named Evan was staring at him, his eyes were full of confidence, arrogance, and "killing intent".

He really wanted to kill me, did the boss mean it, or... The thoughts in his mind became more and more chaotic, Hansen stood up, waiting for the start of the second half.

When the two met, Evan whispered:

"Don't forget the boss's order."

Hansen nodded expressionlessly, becoming more and more convinced of what he just said.

As a result, his next attack was even more violent, like a violent storm, beating his opponent until he was unable to fight back.

Finally, he landed an uppercut to Evan's jaw and he fell hard, unconscious for a short time.

Bald-headed Hansen won the final victory, let out a roar to vent his grievances, and accepted the enthusiastic cheers from the audience who had won money.

Joyce noticed that the owner of the stands upstairs crushed the wine glass in his hand and disappeared from his sight.