Mage Joan

Five red and swollen finger marks appeared on Duo's white and tender cheeks, staring at his master with horror.

Seeing his somber face, he immediately realized that he had made a big mistake.

The master's student is also her master.

As a tutor, Professor Moriarty can make jokes with students at will, but slave girls are not qualified to tease their masters in the same way.

"I'm sorry, Master Vader, please forgive me for being rude." Duo Er's eyes were filled with tears, and he bowed deeply to Qiao An and apologized.

Joan was embarrassed to sit neither to stand nor to stand, his cheeks burning hot, as if he had just been beaten not by Duo, but by himself.

Professor Moriart waved angrily, sent Doo back, and solemnly admonished Joan: "My good student, you must remember that women are the most frightening creatures in the world!"

"What I'm going to say next is not just about Duo'er, all women in the world are the same."

"If you are too polite to them, they will think you are weak and can be bullied, confuse you with coquetry and tears, gradually erode your power, ride on your head as a blessing, and then, men will be like a Domesticated dogs, let alone resist, eventually lost their sense of resistance."

"Compared with gentleness and respect, women are more eager to be lashed out rudely!"

"The whip can help you win the love and loyalty of a woman. If you can't bear to whip a woman, it will only bring two results: either she will betray you and seek another man who is willing to whip her; or she will win Take the leather whip in your hand, and in turn lash you out mercilessly!"

Joan was dumbfounded.

Professor Moriarty’s eccentricity, which he had never heard before, was neither understandable nor agreeable, and it was inconvenient to refute his tutor face to face. He had to cough twice and change the subject to avoid embarrassment.

"Teacher, what experiment you are doing just now seems dangerous."

"It's really dangerous. Have you heard of smallpox virus?"

"Of course I have heard of it, but I don't understand how this very dangerous infectious disease has anything to do with your work?"

Joan suddenly remembered the "crazy mage" Filg, and the humble smallpox virus laboratory that he set up deep in the Zuoqi mine.

"This is not a good publicity, but you are my student. It’s okay to understand my current job." Professor Moriarty smiled mysteriously. "The Meadgard colonial military commissioned me to study the smallpox virus ', to see if it is possible to apply this extremely lethal virus to war.'

"You mean... trying to make a new weapon capable of spreading smallpox virus?"

Joan's voice couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"There are such ideas, but they are not necessarily."

Professor Moriarty opened an exquisite silver cigarette case, expertly twisted tobacco, and filled the pipe.

"As far as I know, the military has employed more than one team to conduct research on smallpox virus, and some R&D teams are trying to encapsulate smallpox virus into artillery shells and use magic crystal cannons to bombard'viral shells' against enemy positions and use The blast of air generated by the shell explosion released the smallpox virus, spreading infectious diseases... Oh, I don’t think this is a good idea!"

Joan waved his hand and declined the tobacco handed over by the tutor: "So, what is your idea?"

"We are mages, of course we still have to start with our old business," Professor Moriarty put the pipe in his mouth and asked Joan vaguely, "What do you think of developing a spell that can spread smallpox virus in a targeted way? "

Joan didn't make a sound and made a "magic trick", a small orange flame spewed out from his fingertips, helping the instructor to light a pipe.

Professor Moriarty took a deep breath, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and a pleasant smile appeared on his face.

"It's really nice to have a well-behaved student. Doer is also very considerate. Unfortunately, her knowledge is not enough to communicate with me academically, let alone expect a collision of ideas."

Although Joan suspected that his mentor and the "mad mage" Filger were employed in the same military institution, he felt a little uncomfortable. However, due to the obligations of students, he had to take the initiative to ask Professor Moriarty: "Mentor, What can I do for your research work?"

Professor Moriartie lifted Joan's hair, looked at the young mage's white and smooth forehead, and asked, "Have you ever had a pimple?"

Joan shook his head gently.

"Then you better not intervene, in case you get smallpox virus, it's not a joke!"

Joan relieved himself secretly and felt relieved.

He was not afraid of contracting smallpox. In fact, his physique was enough to resist such non-magic viruses, but he was reluctant to engage in such shameless research, and vaguely felt that manufacturing such virus weapons was contrary to academic morality.

Of course, he did not dare to say that the work of Professor Moriarty must be unethical. After all, there is no difference between good and evil in viruses. Good and evil depend on the person who uses the virus. As long as Professor Moriarty does not abduct innocent passers-by as a virus experiment like the "crazy mage" Filg, it is understandable.

Professor Moriarty took a deep breath, knocked the embers in the pipe into the crystal ashtray, and got up and said to Joan: "This is a task entrusted by the military. It is very urgent. I am afraid to smoke this time. Do not take the time to guide your studies. You can go to the Austrian Law Library to copy scrolls, self-study spells, or participate in internship tasks, accumulate credits, there is no need to come to me to report on time every day, in case something happens, I will practice with you contact."

"Okay, tutor."

Qiao An saw that the professor was eager to return to the laboratory to continue the work he had just interrupted, so he got up and said goodbye to him.

Leaving Professor Moriarty's laboratory, Joan walked into the "Wind Ladder" with a heavy heart.

He thought that his tutor at Meadgard University would also be a kind elder like Master Rolls, but destiny made a big joke with him and brought him an outlandish weirdo.

Professor Moriarty and Master Rawls are absolutely diametrically opposed. In addition to caring for their own students, Joanne cannot find out what they have in common.

The care of Master Rolls has made Joan feel the lack of fatherhood since his childhood, and it still warms his heart in retrospect. As for the way of care of Professor Moriarty... Joan is really a bit overwhelmed!

The "wind-operated ladder" slowly stopped and the doors were open. In front of Joanne was a large and bright hall, directly opposite the exit from the school building, and on the left was the spiral ladder leading to the library.

Recalling Professor Moriarty's dings, Joan took a deep breath and tried his best to put aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind and strode toward the stairs.

He decided to go to the Austrian Law Library first, copying several spell scrolls and suppressing it.

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