Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity - Chapter 10 go home

Unlike the smog that surrounds the city in Backlund all the year round, Bayam in the early morning has fresh air and clear sky, and people can see the blue sky as soon as they open their eyes.

The Stonn neighborhood is located in the most prosperous part of the whole city. Most of the people living here are the Loen people with identities, as well as the local chiefs and other powerful figures before being colonized. In order to ensure a decent and safe upper-class life, they ordered A police force, consisting mostly of locals, patrols the Stone neighborhood on a non-stop basis.

When the genius was bright, the local police in uniform dispatched in groups, using batons and violence to drive the homeless and suspicious elements away.

A man curled up on a reclining chair in the park was woken up by a baton. He looked in fear at the two policemen, one long and one short, and left amid their scolding, almost hitting an oncoming four-wheeled carriage. .

Fortunately, the coachman was experienced and immediately pulled the reins to avoid the accident, and rebuked loudly:

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

The homeless man bowed his head and obeyed, but he couldn't say a complete sentence. Seeing this, the older policeman stepped forward reluctantly and said in half-familiar Loen language:

"Hello, I'm sorry... I'll take him away immediately."

The driver was quite frightened and said impatiently, "No need, let him walk and watch it later."

"sure."

After the carriage started to leave, the policeman resumed his arrogant tone and said to the homeless:

"What are you waiting for if you don't get out, wait for me to invite 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?"

"You take care of his meal when you catch him." The older policeman continued to patrol and explained as he walked: "These homeless people are eager to be arrested in the police station, they haven't committed any major crimes, they will be detained for a few days at most, and there are still some to eat. Some sleep."

It turns out that the young policeman changed the question: "Whose is that carriage?"

"Look at the badge on the carriage. It's the symbol of the Best family. That's a real noble." The older policeman did not hide the envy in his tone.

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

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

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

"Who is that and what does it do?"

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

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

He saw that the lady maid wanted to peek at him but didn't dare to look a little cute, so he couldn't help but tease.

Sure enough, 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'm handsome, I have a title, I'm young, and I'm very rich. What are you fighting me for?"

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

"Anyway, it won't."

"Haha, very good, very strong, I'm optimistic about you." He laughed and patted the lady maid on the shoulder, 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 while, and many pictures flashed in her little head. She was actually a very observant. Looking at the lazy man in front of her, she keenly noticed that Mr. Baron had changed, and felt the deepest. The point is that Mr. Baron no longer makes things difficult for himself, and even tolerates a little self-willedness.

Maybe I was the first to find out... The maid couldn't help but praised herself in her heart. After sorting out the language, she said:

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

Good guy, hiring child labor belongs to... William always likes to adopt homeless children to raise them from a young age, perhaps out of love and justice, and it can be regarded as a means of self-protection as a last resort in the colony.

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

"My mother is a native of Rorsted, and my father is a Ruen."

"Well, you can see it."

Joyce refers to the fact that she prefers the appearance of the Loen people, maintains the figure of the local people, and perfectly combines the advantages of the two.

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

Since Bayam became a colony, many Ruen people burst into gold rush enthusiasm, looking for a local woman to solve their needs, and after earning enough money, they will return to the country and become a decent gentleman.

In comparison, the maid's father left at least "living expenses", which is considered a conscience... Joyce's mind kept on thinking, and he 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 to a far away place and could not be traced."

The maid talked about the suffering in an understated tone, as if she didn't care, 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? She is probably worried about the increasing number of courses.

In order to get rid of the depressed mood that permeated the air, UU reading www.uukanshu.com he concluded: "In the end, I was fortunate enough to be my personal maid."

How can this be called lucky! Sophia still remembered that Mr. Baron was drunk that day. If she hadn't resisted, I'm afraid...

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

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

Well, the teasing should be moderate... Joyce told himself to stop joking with the maid, put a locked wooden box beside him on his knees, and rubbed his hands:

"Look at it several times, wondering what's inside?"

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

Joyce tried to pull out a smile, but failed:

"The contents here are the relics of my father."

"Mr. William is the most honest and kind person I have ever met." Sophia said this with admiration on her face.

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

The carriage slowly stopped, and the driver said respectfully, "Mr. Baron, it's already here."

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

When he stepped into the door, he was acutely aware that someone was staring at him, and when he looked at the source of the eyes, he saw two policemen, one long and one young, the young policeman staring at him, Joyce smiled at him He smiled, turned and walked into the gate of the villa.