Mage Joan

Joan stared blankly at Mrs. Anderson, and just wondering how good it was, Holden whistled into the restaurant, sniffed the fragrance from the table, and smiled and said, "I came back really coincidentally, just right Keep up with the meal time."

"Mr. Holden, it is indeed a coincidence that you came back, please help me to see, what is this written by Mr. Vader?"

Holden glanced at the note handed over from the old woman, and immediately turned to look at Joan. His eyes were full of surprises, and he was shocked by the young master's boldness and paranoia.

After a long time, under the repeated urging of Mrs. Anderson, Holden recovered, and told her without changing his face: "Joan accidentally caught a cold while taking a nap, his throat was swollen, and it was inconvenient to speak."

"It turns out that I thought something was wrong, but I was terrified!" Mrs. Anderson patted her heart, breathing a sigh of relief, holding a bowl of mushroom cream soup and handing it to Joan, smiling. : "Drink more hot soup, Mr. Vader, good for your throat."

Joan barely squeezed out a smile to thank him, but didn't even have a little appetite.

Holden sat down next to him, taking advantage of the landlord's wife to work in the kitchen, and leaned in to Joan's ear and whispered, "You guys are crazy enough! I'm so grown up, I haven't seen you fight like you People, they don’t even want to die for their studies!

Joan shook his head, regretting it somewhat. If time can go back in time and everything comes again, he may not have the courage to experiment with himself.

"How can the "aphasia" be lifted?" Holden asked with concern.

Jo Anti brushed on the note. There are only two possibilities: if the theoretical calculation is correct, it can be restored by this afternoon at the latest; if unfortunately an accident occurs, resulting in permanent aphasia, only the magical spellcaster can be asked to heal, at least 3 rings of magical skills are required to remove the disease ".

"'Remove disease'..." Holden looked at the note and smiled relieved. "This is simple, I can rest assured!"

Joan gave him a blank look, the meaning is self-evident: you are not a magic spellcaster, bragging!

"Hey, although I won't do "remove disease", but I know there is a personal meeting, this person has a good relationship with me, if your condition has not improved by this evening, I will ask that person to help you treat it, saying It may also provide some help for your spell research."

Joan looked at him in confusion. Even if Holden has a friend who is good at magic in the city, how can the other party help his spell research?

Holden smiled mysteriously: "I won't say these things now, I want to give you a surprise, let's eat first, filling the stomach is the most important thing!"

Joan had no choice but to press his belly full of doubts, picked up the soup bowl, and took a absent-minded sip.

The thick soup was hotter than it looked, and Joan couldn't help but "hoop", quickly put down the soup bowl, grabbed the tea cup and poured a cold sip of water to soothe the throat that was almost burned.

Holden held the spoon and stared at him in amazement.

Joan saw his strange expression and woke up and tried to say a few words. Although the voice was still hoarse, the words were completely spoken.

That's right, the vocal cords that had been torn up by "Aphasia" for the whole morning finally restored the pronunciation function, and he could speak normally again!

At this moment, Joan thanked the gods for his protection from the bottom of his heart, and he almost burst into tears with excitement!

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Holden said that he would introduce a friend to Joan, and said that this person would greatly help his spell research work. There are some elements of literary creation in the poet's words. Joan didn't pay attention to this at first, but by the next morning, a stranger really came to visit.

Visitors look fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a white military uniform with no collars, very cleanly washed, exuding a light fragrance, well-cut, and set off a tall figure with thin waist and long legs. The appearance is more beautiful and impeccable, the eyes are deep blue, the nose bridge is tall, the lips are as ruddy as the blush, the nearly transparent platinum and short hair are tied into a neat ponytail, and the ear piercing is also very fashionable.

"Excuse me... who are you looking for?" Joan said first.

"Anyone but you?"

The beautiful young boy asked arrogantly, his lips twitching a playful arc.

"But I don't know you." Joan frowned.

"Then you'd better be polite to me, after all, you are asking for me, not the other way around." Beautiful young boy raised his head proudly.

"I didn't invite you to come and say what I'm asking you for, it's impossible to talk about it!" Joan was annoyed.

"Really? You say this, don't regret it."

"Sir, who are you? If you haven't stated your identity, please forgive me!"

Joan felt that it was a waste of time to guess the dumb mystery with such a sloppy man. It would be better to go back and study spells with this skill.

"Look at you, what is impatient, a little patience will not work!"

Joan couldn't bear it. He stretched out his hand to close the door, but was preemptively held by the beautiful boy and took a big step forward. He put his shoulder on the door of the house. Neither Joan was allowed to close the door nor refused to let go.

Joan was taken aback by his aggressive manner, and suddenly realized that although this guy had a handsome face, he might be a bad person, and he didn't even rule out a pervert-who would dare to say that he looks good Can't a good-looking person be perverted?

"What do you want to do!" Joan struggled to free himself from the other's palm and stepped back two steps in order to obtain the casting space. "This is the house I rented. You can't come in without my invitation! It's too rude!"

The beautiful boy sneered, ignoring Joan’s accusation, holding his head high in double arrogance, carrying his hands on his back, and hurriedly entered the living room without hesitation. The prince is inspecting the house.

"The room is clean and tidy. It can be seen that you are a clean boy. This is rare and worthy of praise." The beautiful boy nodded and smiled at Joan.

Joan was a little bit disgusted with this disrespectful guy and wanted to cast a spell to blast him out. However, he had to admit that this person's smile was very charming and seemed to have a special affinity that prevented him from really ruthlessly flipping his face with each other. So he turned around and decided to go back to his bedroom and lock the door.

"Don't go away first, I know you are angry with me, I think I am very rude, right?"

The beautiful boy raised his hand to stop Qiao An, smiling less arrogant and more sincere.

"Is this apartment you shared with a friend, right? Your roommate knows me and he invited me to visit, so it wouldn't be an unauthorized break into a house?"

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