Mage Joan

"Joan, Rebecca, considering you are young, I will not invite you to drink."

"Ms. Wolf" picked up the wine glass, shot the ruby-like sparkle against the candlestick, and sipped it to her lips.

"I know, you are tracing the truth about the haunted incident at Snow Manor."

"I don't hide from you, the ghost that is tossing the Snow family's restless dog is "Aying", and everything she does is carrying out my orders."

"Ms. Wolf" confessed that she was behind the haunted incident, as if she did not take this serious crime seriously.

"Ma'am, why are you doing such a thing, do you have any hatred against Mr. Andrew Snow?" Rebecca couldn't help asking.

"From a personal point of view, there is no grievance between me and Mr. Snow, but from an organizational point of view, unfortunately, this customs director is indeed our enemy."

"Ms. Wolf" put down the glass, and a faint frustration floated in her eyes.

"What kind of organization do you mean by "organization"?" Joan couldn't help curiosity and asked actively.

"Well... do you really want to know?"

"Ms. Wolf" gave Joan a deep look.

"Young people, knowing too much may not be a good thing for you."

"Of course, I also know that in this situation, it is difficult for anyone to curb their curiosity."

"It’s not difficult for you, now there are two roads before you-either give up tracing this matter, just don’t see me and Mr. Fox, immediately turn around and leave here, see and hear you tonight Forget everything; or..."

Speaking of which, "Ms. Wolf" stopped intentionally or unintentionally, took over the glass of red wine refilled by "Mr. Fox" for her, and admired the charming texture and color of red wine against the lights as if she did not intend to continue.

"Madam, what's the other way?" Rebecca couldn't help asking.

"If you choose another way, I will answer all your questions truthfully, but in return, you must join the organization and swear never to betray!"

"Mrs. Wolf" stared closely at Joan and Rebecca's eyes, and her eyes became burning.

Rebecca did not dare to look at the oppressive eyes of "Ms. Wolf", turned her head to look at Joan, and gave him a look that asked him to make up his mind.

Joan has always pursued the principle of "more is worse than less", it is self-evident.

He stood up without hesitation and turned away.

Rebecca hesitated looking at Joan's back for two seconds, as if awakened like a dream, and quickly chased after him.

"Please stay behind!"

"Mr. Fox" remained silent during the conversation just now and suddenly spoke.

"Miss Castis, the choice made by Mr. Joan can only represent himself. You are also a person with independent thinking ability and free will. There is no need to accommodate his decision."

Joan stopped and looked back at the man wearing the fox head mask.

With a little thought, it is not difficult to hear the other person's implication.

"Mr. Fox", he didn't really care about Joan Vida's stay, what he really cared about was Rebecca, who wanted to pull her into the mysterious organization to which she belongs.

Rebecca's analysis angle is different from that of Joan. Hearing the words of "Mr. Fox", he subconsciously thinks that this person is provoking divorce, trying to undermine her mutual trust with Joan, and immediately sinks his face and refutes.

"Because I don't lack the ability to think independently, I know who is really good to me, and who is sinister and untrustworthy!"

"Oh? Miss Castis, are you accusing me of being dangerous and untrustworthy?"

"Mr. Fox" spread his hands and made an innocent gesture.

"I'm sorry, people who hide in other people's homes and play tricks, even dare not show their true colors, are not qualified to ask me for trust!

Rebecca said it right.

"Mr. Fox" was speechless for a while.

"Ms. Wolf"'s eyes flickered, revealing a trace of murderousness.

The atmosphere in the wine cellar became more tense.

Joan quietly held the "light blade", his nerves tightened, and he was secretly prepared to fight hard.

The suffocating silence seemed to last as long as a century.

"Mr. Fox" suddenly laughed, and took off his mask with his backhand, revealing a pretty and handsome face, which seemed to be in his early thirties.

Joan and Rebecca looked at each other, both overwhelmed by his unexpected behavior.

"Ms. Wolf" didn't seem to expect that "Mr. Fox" would take off the mask. When she was surprised, she raised her hand. She seemed to be hesitating whether she should follow "Mr. Fox" and take off the mask.

"Mr. Fox" waved his hand in time and said to "Ms. Wolf": "I don't live in Leiden City. I don't need to take off the mask occasionally. You don't need it. It's better to keep a little mystery."

"Ms. Wolf" heard the words as if relieved, and said nothing.

The "Mr. Fox" who took off his mask turned to look at Joan and Rebecca, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Reintroduce myself, Joseph Adams, an ordinary person who is determined to devote himself to the cause of freedom."

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Adams. Your honesty touched me. However, I still have many questions in my heart. Since you don't mind showing us what you are, you don't mind answering my doubts." Rebecca said carefully. Say.

Joan glanced at her and sincerely admired her composure and calmness, and even admired her for being able to negotiate with strangers calmly in such a curious situation. Switching to yourself, even chanting according to the manuscript that Rebecca said just now, will inevitably stutter and have no momentum.

"Miss Castis, since I took off the mask, I don't plan to hide anything from you any more. If you have any questions, I know everything."

Joseph Adams smiled and promised.

"This is the best! My first question is what organization you and ‘Mrs. Wolf’ belong to!”

Rebecca didn't want to go around, and the first question was directed at the point.

Adams was clearly prepared for this question, and he asked with a smile: "Miss Castis, have you heard of the'Children of Freedom Association'?"

"Association of Freedom Children..."

Rebecca muttered Adams's words, his face dimmed.

Joan's face also changed, and his heart was a little uneasy.

People who discuss life in Port Leiden may not know the name of the Governor-General, but the name of "The Son of Freedom" is well known.

Throughout the ages, in a society composed of human beings, it is inevitable that there will be some dark corners that cannot be reached by law and order. In these extra-legal places, the gang has become the uncrowned king.

Port Leiden is no exception.

Whether in the rich or the slums, this prosperous trading city has active members of gang members, and among all these illegal organizations, the gangs with the most members, the most powerful, and the most well-organized gangs are not the "Children of Freedom Association". Genus.

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