Mage Joan

Rebecca saw Joan's awkward look and couldn't help covering her mouth to snicker, her watery blue eyes shining with relief.

"Actually, a "trigger scroll" is more than this money. You don't want me to be stingy. I will remember your kindness to me and will definitely repay in the future!"

Qiao An saw her speaking so solemnly, her pretty little face was seriously close to piety, and she couldn't tell what was in her heart.

Not only deeply moved by her sincere and grateful attitude, but also felt very troubled.

Instead of repaying Rebecca's unforgettable repayment, Jo Anning preferred her to be a little bit "wolf-hearted" and it would be better to forget herself completely after today.

In the future, the two will go their own way, and there will be no intersection. Instead, they will feel more relaxed.

With a complicated mood, Joan got out of the carriage and walked into the campus side by side with Rebecca.

Just a short way, attracted countless or curious or shocked or jealous eyes along the way, and this is exactly what Joan wanted to avoid.

Accompanied by beautiful women, enviable and enviable, of course, has a sense of accomplishment, but he wants to return to the state of being alone and invincible.

However, Joan quickly woke up and realized that he was in a strange circle of self-imposed exile again.

If the indulgence of one's own behavior is driven by the lonely nature, family and friendship are bound to be regarded as a burden that is eager to get rid of, and the intensified outlier, then the emotions, morals and even social consciousness that depend on human nature will become weaker and eventually become one. A cold-blooded and ruthless machine, a monster that has lost its humanity...

Thinking of Grandpa's advice, Joan forced himself to stop and looked back at Rebecca, who was standing in front of the school gate, and waved goodbye to her.

The girl's long hair was scattered on her shoulders, and it became darker and brighter against the spotless white nun's uniform, just like a silky silk.

When she saw Joan stop and turn around, waving goodbye to herself, the pretty face immediately smiled.

For a moment, Joan seemed to feel that the whole world was particularly bright with this beautiful and innocent smile.

...

Joan returned to his hut, his mind calmed down. Sit at the desk and spread out the books, and immerse yourself in the ocean of arcane knowledge.

The next day, return to calm.

Joan's daily work and rest are as precise as clock scales. Step-by-step travel between classrooms, cafeterias, libraries, gymnasiums and dormitories will never waste every minute.

He leaves the campus every weekend and heads to Vernon Mountain, where he eagerly seeks new knowledge in the library of Vaasa’s house.

Perhaps out of the advice of the Sisters Castis, on Saturday evening, George Vaasa always took Joan with him to visit the White House Manor and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner accompanied by Martha and Rebecca.

Even Joan, who has a slow emotional intelligence, vaguely noticed that the relationship between Miss Martha and Major Vassar was getting closer, and Rebecca revealed this fact to him intentionally or unintentionally.

Joan was pleased with this, only occasionally thinking of Miss Martha's fiancé, Captain Daniel who died young, and he was a little bit sad.

The squires and manor owners of the southern New Continent have a tradition of advocating social activities. Treating guests for dinner is the basic content of this fashion.

On this basis, there are many established social rules.

For example, if you receive an invitation from a family member, you must attend as soon as possible. If you can’t get away, you must write a letter in advance to apologize and explain the reason. Otherwise, you will not be faced, not only offend the person, but also be severe in the social world. Criticism.

Conversely, before hosting a banquet, the host should always carefully consider which guests to invite and submit invitations one by one. If a relative or friend is invited due to negligence, be sure to visit the house to apologize, otherwise it is equivalent to publicly humiliating the other, regardless of the original relationship. How close they are, it is inevitable that they will turn against each other.

When Sir Castis was still at home, the White House Estate also had a period of lavish days full of high-end friends singing all day and night.

However, this is not what it used to be. The Castes family now does not even have a headed man. The social circle in the high society of Yalfheim has been reduced to a "marry" fringe family. Those old-school noble squires almost no longer deal with this family.

As for those young and eager people who are eager to stand out in the social world, especially those who are so poor that there is only one noble title left, they are quite coveted by the two sisters of the Castis family.

The two sisters receive a lot of letters of love every week. Occasionally, people with loved ones and friends come to visit, most of them specially for the media.

In the so-called "upper society" in Yalfheim, and even in the entire Valais world, there is such a deep-rooted culture:

If a young man who has fallen into a family and wants to get rid of poverty and get rich quickly without the mentality and capital to do business, the best strategy is to marry a wealthy heiress.

It doesn't matter if the other party is an innocent girl, a widow who is widowed, a sociable flower known for his sway, and even Shaohua's deceased old woman.

This marriage is said to be for "love". In fact, the belly is full of calculations, more or less from the plot of the woman's property.

This kind of behavior is not so glorious, but the reality is very strange. Those people who pretend to be noble and virtuous, never seem to feel ashamed of this, but instead spread it to beautiful talks, wishing that they will have the opportunity to marry a rich woman, and struggle less. Half a lifetime.

Joan was born in a rural town with a simple folk style, and he was quite dissatisfied with this enthusiasm for "eating soft rice."

But he also knows that his opinion is insignificant, and even Sister Castis feels that this kind of thing is normal. What is the qualification of an outsider to speak irresponsibly?

Since it was impossible to reverse the social atmosphere, Joanne could only retreat to the next place, silently wishing Miss Martha to marry a good man worthy of her lifetime.

Obviously, compared to those who have sharpened their heads and climbed up, and sent a sloppy love letter to all the rich girls in the city, they exposed the prodigal son who was eager to "eat a soft meal", and the honest and stable George Vaasa is undoubtedly more worthwhile. Miss Martha entrusted her with a lifelong match.

As for Rebecca, regardless of age or mentality, she is still a child, and talking about marriage is as far away as the end of the world for her.

Whenever there is a weekend party, Rebecca will always take out the love letter recently received, pick out the most hypocritical and nauseous passages, and recite in a playful tone in front of her sister, Vaasa and Joan. And, by the way, it was sharp enough to be almost mean and vicious satire, making everyone unbearable.

In addition to being funny, Joanne was also embarrassed.

Many of the men who write love letters to Rebecca are his classmates at Leiden College, and they are more or less his acquaintances.

The only thing to be thankful is that among the men who delivered love letters, there were no his only friends at school-Edward Gates and Thomas Chap.

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