Mage Joan

Joan followed the thought of Gordon's old man, and soon thought of a possibility.

"Mr. Davis, Mr. Heiner, you have just mentioned that there are many secret members of the princehood in Prince Harbor who conquered the Order, and Baldwin is likely to be an agent of General Hook, then General Hook himself... Could it be one of the high-level cadres who conquered the sect?

Old Gordon waved his hand vigilantly, beckoning Joan to stop talking.

"Child, I can't answer this question. There are some things that we can doubt in our heads, but we can't say it publicly, understand?"

"Understood." Joan sighed. The trouble that the Davis family has caused is far more complicated and dangerous than it seems.

Old man Gordon yawned and said to Joan and Clark: "Thank you for visiting me and listening to me complaining about these boring things. I must be tired of it. It's too late. Go rest."

"But my dad, the trouble with the ranch hasn't been solved yet, we have to think of a way!" Clark frowned.

"Forget it, my boy. After I talked to you, my mood is much calmer." The old man's expression appeared on his face, and he said in frustration: "Now think about it, Quincy James is a bit snobbish. , But there is a sentence that he said is very reasonable, an old guy like me who is out of date, destined to fight but the popular Henry Baldwin, continue to fight is not good for me or my family, it is better to open One point, give back one step and sell the ranch to save worry!"

"Isn't that your truth? Daddy, don't lie to me!" Clark looked at the old man suspiciously.

"Of course it is the truth. When you reach my age, you will understand that people always have to serve the old..."

The old man Gordon got up and walked to the hanger, took off the old military uniform and hung it on the hanger, and then took off a piece of pajamas from the hanger. Joan looked in his eyes, recalling the days when his grandfather's disease was dying.

"Well, Dad, good night." Clark shook his head in frustration and took Joan out of the old man's room.

Both of them were in a low mood, silently descending the stairs to the side of the room.

"That's wrong!" Clark stopped suddenly, stroking his bare head and said to himself, "I always feel something is wrong!"

"What's the matter, Mr. Heil?" Joan looked up at Frost Giant.

"Brother Joan, I know Father Gordon's temper. He is an officer. He has experienced countless **** battles in his life. He has never been a deserter, and it is impossible to bow his head to the forces of evil-it is better than killing He is even more unbearable! "Old hard bones" like him, do you think he would willingly surrender to kneeling to a person like Henry Baldwin?"

"But..." Joan hesitated, "or, let's go back and talk to the old gentleman?"

"go!"

Clark said to go away, turned away and drove back to the second floor.

Joan quickly caught up quickly.

...

"Dad, didn't you sleep? I have something to tell you!" Clark pushed open the door and rushed in.

The old man Gordon was wiping his shotgun with his back to the door. The pajamas he had just changed had been taken off and thrown on the sofa, and he put on the old military uniform again.

In addition to the shotgun on the table, there is an armed belt stuffed with shotguns.

Clark and Joan's sudden return scared the old man, and instinctively grabbed the shotgun and aimed at the door.

"It turned out to be the two of you. Why are you back?"

Clark ignored his question, strode forward, and grabbed the magic crystal shotgun in the old man's hand.

"Dad, don't be confused!"

The old man Gordon stared at the frost giant with anxiety, and it took a while for him to realize what he was worried about, and he could not help laughing.

"You silly big man, what are you thinking about? You think my old man can't bear the blow and plan to hide here and drink suicide?"

"Ah? Isn't that the case? Don't be embarrassed, I saw it all just now!" Clark said with his hands tucked in his waist.

"Idiot, I haven't lived enough, and I won't shoot at my own head, like a dead dog!" said the old man Gordon angrily. "I was just preparing my firearms just now, and I plan to visit the ranch. ring."

"It turned out to be a misunderstanding! Haha, haha..." Clark grinned, touching his head.

The atmosphere is a bit awkward...

The old man wore an armed belt and a military shoulder bag, and put his shotgun in his back pocket with his backhand. His movements were clean and clean, and his expression was swept away. He was calmly like a hunter about to travel.

"Mr. Davis, if I guessed right, you didn't plan to sell the ranch at all, would you rather use your own power to eliminate the'withered monster'?" Joan asked softly.

The old man's cold face twitched slightly and nodded silently.

"Hey! I'll say it, no wonder you just pretended to be a deceased one. I was trying to flick Joan and I and go to the ranch to find the withered monster alone!" Clark jumped on his thigh , Shouting angrily, "Daddy, this is your fault. How can we treat us as outsiders!"

"Stupid boy, you are still young, and there is a great future waiting for you. I don’t want to involve you in taking risks. I don’t want to see you get involved in this storm and offend Henry Baldwin or even the big man behind him for my old man. You cannot afford the consequences!" Old Gordon replied sadly.

"I don't care so much! Whether you agree or not, I must go to the ranch anyway, and I must take care of this matter!"

Clark rarely exuded the frost giant's emotional impulse to do things regardless of consequences, and made the old Gordon stare. Jo Ann felt that Clark, who was occasionally impulsive, was more lovely than the usual manner and politeness, like a childish child.

After a little thought, Joan made up his mind, made a simple cast gesture, and chanted the spell.

"Rúma!"

The pale magical gleam illuminates the room, and a translucent "Mage's Hand" is shaped by Joan. Clark and Gordon stopped arguing, and both eyes stared blankly at "The Master's Hand".

Joan took the remote control "Mage's Hand" to take off the old military hat hanging on the top of the coat rack, and handed it to the old man Gordon across the air.

"Mr. Davis, if you insist on going to the ranch, can you take me with me? As you can see, I will use a few superficial spells to deal with the dead branches. How much can help you."

Joan looked at the old Gordon calmly.

"Oh! Brother Joan, it turns out you are an arcane spellcaster, why didn't you say that early!" Clark asked excitedly.

"I'm just a little mage in the third grade of Leiden College. There's nothing to show off."

Joan scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

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