Mage Joan

"Hello, Ms. Fisher, I thought..." Joan hesitated and changed his voice: "You look much younger than I thought."

Miranda Fisher smiled slightly, without making a sound, but gently lifted the hair beside her ears to reveal the pointed ears.

Qiao An froze for a moment, suddenly said: "So you are an elf lady......" It is no wonder that Xiao Miao secretly called her "old woman", even if the elf woman lived to three hundred years old, her face would not be the slightest The signs of aging still look like a young girl.

"Pureblood elves are too rare in human cities, and my lineage is not pure enough-my grandfather is human, which has caused me to be somewhat discriminated against by the elf community and human society in my growth." Milan As Da shook her head, her hair shook with platinum luster. "Don't say these old things, Mr. Vader, would you please sit down and prefer black tea or coffee?"

"Yes, thank you."

Miranda handed over a cup of hot black tea, and then picked up a beautiful metal flat box: "Would you like some tobacco, refreshing?"

"Thank you, I don't smoke."

"Then do you mind women smoking?"

"This... I don't mind, of course. Please help yourself."

Miranda smiled relievedly, opened the cigarette case and pulled out a hand-made cigarette, inserted it in front of a slender ivory mouthpiece, and made a "magic trick" to light the cigarette, and took a quick breath, Zhu lips lightly opened, Slowly exhaled a ray of lavender 氤氲.

Joan doesn't really like the choking smell of tobacco when he burns. He also analyzed the ingredients of tobacco in the alchemy class of Rolls' tutor. Among them, the narcotic and addictive ingredients impressed him.

He also knows that many mages are addicted to tobacco, and it is said to help relieve mental fatigue caused by high-intensity mental activities, but Joan does not want to try this decompression method.

He is deeply guarded against all addictive ingestion products. He can avoid contact as much as possible without contact, so as not to damage the body.

Although Joan doesn't like the smell of tobacco, he must admit that Miranda Fisher's expression when smoking is as elegant as a classic oil painting. Even the small movements of the fingertips are so charming, making him unable to help. God can be seen.

Miranda looked up at him with a smile, her lips slightly raised.

Joan quickly looked away and his cheeks were hot.

"Mr. Vida, this time I invite you to be a guest. I want to thank you in person to find out the real murderers of the two murders at Leiden College, helping me to dispel the suspicion and restore my reputation."

"You are too polite, Ms. Fisher, this is not my credit alone." Joan quickly declared.

"I know this, but I also know that your role is irreplaceable." Miranda Fisher interrupted Joan's words with a smile, and at the same time handed a check, "This is a little thank you, not respectable, Please don't quit."

Joan took the cheque, and the amount of 2,000 gold Duga came into his eyes, and he couldn't help but jump in his heart. The newly prepared polite words were all swallowed back in his stomach, and he thanked the lavish lady with embarrassment.

Miranda waved her hand with a smile, saying that you don't have to be polite, and then inquired about Joan's origin and intention in the future. It was inevitable that he would leave Leiden College.

"Mr. Vader, you are so young and talented, why should you give up studying? Is it financially difficult?"

Qiao An heard genuine sincerity in her words, and added a little bit of sympathy to the cold-hearted and sincere lady. She whispered: "It is not that you can't afford tuition, but just want to change a new environment and seek Higher level knowledge."

"In our new continent, the only higher level institution than Leiden College is Meadgard University. Are you planning to go to Meadgard University for further study?" Miranda looked into Joan's eyes with inquiry.

"As you said, there is indeed this idea." Joan told the truth.

Miranda nodded thoughtfully, and then asked him: "Are you familiar with the Midgard area? Are there any relatives, friends or guardians there?"

"I've never been to Meadgard, and there are no acquaintances there." Joan replied crampedly.

"You are too young, Mr. Vader. It is not appropriate to live alone in a northern city thousands of miles away from home. Meadgard is different from our south in terms of climate, environment and customs. I am afraid you will not feel used to it. "

Miranda advised Joan in a subtle way.

"I have considered these issues, and I will gradually get used to it." Joan answered with his head down.

Miranda sighed, and heard that the stubborn teenager had made up his mind, and no longer tried to dissuade him. He went back to the desk, lifted the quill, dipped in ink, and wrote a few lines, and finally added the spell. Imprint, hand this note to Joanne.

Joan took a look at it and first noticed that Miranda’s insignia stamped with the “Secret Seal”, split into eight segments of the Golden Snake, is the mark of the “Son of Freedom” association.

As for the content of this text message, nothing special. Miranda Fischer stated in the letter that Joan is her friend. Please see the colleagues in this introduction letter to provide him with convenience and help as much as possible.

"Ms. Fisher, thank you for your care." Joan took the letter of introduction and bowed gratefully to her.

"When I'm a friend, don't be so out of sight."

Miranda put down the quill and walked to Joan. The slender figure was more than half of the handsome young mage in front of him. The smile and staring look made Joan feel warm. I thought if I had a sister, Milan Da Fisher is undoubtedly the most perfect example.

"Joan, our'Son of Freedom' association also has an office in Midgard, after you get there, take time to go to a local store called'Bay Business' and present my letter of introduction, if the business people ask you Whoever you are looking for, just say that I will introduce you to Mr. Joseph Adams, remember him?"

"of course I remember."

The man wearing a fox head mask immediately appeared in Joan's mind.

This person is Miranda Fischer's boss at the "Son of Freedom" association and seems to have a close relationship with Lord Castis.

"If Adams is not in the business, you can also find the manager of the business. In short, with this letter of introduction, the colleagues of the association will not treat you as an outsider."

"If you are in trouble, you can go to the Gulf firm for help. If you want to buy special casting materials, or sell your own magic guide, you can also go to the Gulf firm to trade, guaranteeing you the most affordable price."

Speaking of which, Miranda Fischer blinked slyly.

"Unfortunately, the association can't provide you with invoices and tax returns, is it okay?"

"Of course, no problem." Joan couldn't help laughing.

However, the thought of going to Meadgard still inevitably deals with smugglers, and the mood is quite complicated.

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