Mage Joan

"Study is not a bad thing. The reason why Miss Martha objected is probably because you can't worry about your health and safety."

Joan's guess based on common sense has not been approved by Rebecca.

"There are factors in this area, but this is not the main contradiction between our sisters."

"The main contradiction?"

"Martha sees through my real thoughts and knows that the so-called study is just an excuse."

"Do not hide from you that the reason I want to go to Meadgard is not mainly for further education, but to find my father who has been out of contact for many years."

Rebecca bit her lip, her pretty face mourning.

Joanne remembers that Miss Martha once said that the last time Sir Castis left home more than ten years ago was to go to Meadgard, and since then there has been no news.

At the time, Rebecca was still a nursing baby. Even if she arrived in Meadgard, even if she could find Sir Castes, could she recognize her father who had not met for more than ten years?

Joan had no parents since he started making notes, and had a weak relationship with him. He couldn't understand the significance of Rebecca's pursuit of his missing father for many years.

However, he also knows that other people may not be as indifferent as his own family, so he tries to comfort Rebecca and don’t worry, and will always find an opportunity to go to Meadgard.

The effect of comforting a person has little to do with the eloquence of the comforter, it mainly depends on whether the other party is willing to be comforted.

Joan's dry and polite words actually succeeded in making Rebecca's face cloudy and sunny, even he felt incredible.

"Joan, will you go to Meadgard University in the future?"

Rebecca stared at Joan, her pure eyes full of anticipation.

"It's possible." Joan answered vaguely.

"Great! This way someone will be with me!"

The little girl's mood is like the unpredictable weather in summer. She was still full of emotions just now, and she jumped happily again.

Joan didn't quite understand what she meant.

Was it suggesting that one day she would go by boat with her to Meadgarde, or that she would go her own way, except that she would meet again on the campus of Meadgarde University in the future.

If it refers to the latter, he doesn't mind, anyway, it doesn't take much trouble, if it refers to the former, he is not very happy-just think about it and feel troublesome!

Despite not knowing Rebecca's plans, Joanne didn't want to get to the bottom of the question, simply pretending not to hear what she said just now, after all, one thing is worse than one less.

At this time, knocks came from behind.

Rebecca got up and opened the door, and whispered with the housekeeper Philip Downs. Then he turned and said to Joan: "Martha is at ease. She sends the housekeeper over to see if we are busy here. When we are busy, we go to the restaurant. Eat supper."

"It's free from supper, I have to go back to school."

"Tomorrow is Sunday, don't have to go to class, what are you rushing back to school to do?" Rebecca was half begging and half forcing. "It's already too late. I stayed at my house after supper. Phillip will drive us tomorrow morning. Going back to school together, is this better than going to the night alone?"

She had arranged it properly, and Joan wanted to refuse and could not find a suitable reason. She could only return to the living room silently, hoping to ask Major Vaasa for help.

However, before reaching the living room, Rebecca rushed to say his arrangement.

This little girl, speaking like a crisp and graceful "Lark Bird", not only spoke so fast that Joan couldn't intervene, but also had first-class eloquence, rigorous logic and clear organization, and convincing evidence.

Joan listened to her next to her, and felt more and more that his tongue was white—awkward like a piece of wood!

"Rebecca deserves to be a genius girl in a seminary. At a young age, he mastered the know-how of evangelism and preached."

George Vassar also admired Rebecca's eloquence and looked at Joan with a smile.

"Since she sincerely keeps guests, you can stay at the White House Manor."

Most of the manors in the south of the New World are proud of their generosity and hospitality.

Relatives and friends are coming from afar. It is normal for tens of hundreds of people to live in the manor for three to five years. It is convenient for strangers to pass by their own manor to provide board and lodging. It is also a well-known hospitality.

The Castes family is no exception.

Although in recent years this declining family has shown signs of defeat, Sir Castis’s former friends and doormen have left one after another, seemingly indifferent, but the generous hospitality is as usual, and there will not be a lack of special guests to entertain guests. And the rooms.

Sister Castis had a hard time, but Joanne had to agree to stay overnight.

George Vassar also accepted Miss Martha's stay and promised to stay here overnight.

Joan had a snack and went back to his room to rest.

The next morning, as Rebecca arranged, after breakfast, he returned to the school in the carriage of Castes.

Joan and Rebecca shared the same car and had to chat with her on the road to satisfy her excessive curiosity.

Joan never thought that this seemingly innocent little girl is actually quite scheming, especially good at words, and cleverly used side-by-side methods to induce him to relax and consciously express a lot of personal privacy.

By the time the carriage came to Leiden College, Rebecca had made his past experience clear, including Joan's private matters he didn't want to mention.

For example, his tense relationship with his grandfather, such as his interaction with Kandy, and his experience during his stay in the Algonquin Valley.

Fortunately, Joan still maintained a last trace of vigilance and did not reveal the secrets of "tears of God" and "spring of wisdom".

In retrospect, I couldn't help but secretly wiped my cold sweat, introspected that I was too careless, and should be more vigilant when dealing with Rebecca in the future.

Rebecca was very satisfied with the journey, and asked Joan reluctantly before getting off the train:

"Why don't we get off the train first and let Philip take us around? I still have a lot to tell you."

"Someday, I still have something today." Joan shrugged off.

Rebecca flattened her mouth flatteringly, and said reluctantly: "Well, I'll go find you someday-no more hiding from me!"

Jo Anton feels big and can only obscure the past.

"Wait a minute, almost forgot a very important thing!"

Rebecca suddenly took his hand as he got off the train.

"Before going out, Marshall told me to give you this cheque, a little gift is not respectable, it was the reward for helping me make the ``sedative bracelet" last night, wouldn't you be too little?"

Joan took the check and looked at it. The number 2 was followed by one, two, and three zeros-a full two thousand gold Durga!

What do you want? Is this too small? !

"Thank you and Miss Martha for their generosity, then I... cough, you're welcome."

Joan scratched her head embarrassedly, and then quickly put the check into the jacket pocket.

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