Mage Joan

Medea hesitated for a few seconds and said less confidently: "I have tried several near-source enhancements before, and the results were successful, probably because my physique is better?"

Qiao An glanced at her, and didn't feel that this enchanting woman was of outstanding physique, only that she died many times but never died, thus breeding false self-confidence.

"A large part of your previous success is due to luck, but good luck cannot always be with you. No matter how many times you have successfully strengthened before, as long as you fail, it may cause fatal consequences. It will be too late to regret it. "

"Joan, I understand all the truths you said, but the risk was originally an inseparable part of the warlock's practice!" Medea argued, "It's like fighting as a soldier and going to the battlefield, everyone wants to make a contribution, but Someone always has to sacrifice. Can we deny the necessity of war?"

Joan shook his head: "I don't deny the necessary risks and sacrifices. The problem is that our perception of what is'necessary' is different. In your opinion, reasonable risks are completely unnecessary in my eyes."

"But, is there a better way?" Medea spread his hands together and smiled bitterly. "Of course it is best to reduce the risk of blood vessel strengthening, but unfortunately I can't think of this best of both worlds. Program."

Joan stopped talking.

Medea saw that he was hesitating, took the initiative to hold his hand, and said softly: "Want to say something in spite of your face, if you still take me as a friend."

The magician's slender hands are silky and tender, and her temperature is slightly cool.

Joan's heartstrings trembled, pretending to inadvertently free her hand, and turned to pace.

"I know a way to reduce the risk of blood vessel strengthening."

Joan was hesitant to explain to her the theoretical basis of "Enchantment of Self-Blood Enchantment".

"Does this method have any side effects?" Medea kept up with his steps, turned his head to look at his face, and asked with great interest.

"I have done a total of five sets of clinical trials and have not found any side effects so far. If there are any shortcomings... that is, the cost is quite high, and the cost is as high as 11 ounces of magic crystals."

"Joan, this is the blood vessel strengthening program you mentioned to me before?" asked Medea.

"It's one of the whole package. If you think it's too expensive, you can choose not to choose this service." Joan told the truth.

"I can't afford the money, but..."

Medea said nothing more.

When Joan saw her expression of suffering, he guessed that she was not worried about money, but that he, Joanne Vida, had a set on his mouth and a set on his back. What a conspiracy.

Although he and Medea got along well with each other, it was a friendship that fought side by side, but when faced with serious issues involving life safety and personal future, such as bloodline strengthening, Medea still could not trust him completely.

In the final analysis, they are just passers-by who meet each other, and the friendship is far from reaching the level of life and death.

Realizing this, Joan couldn't help being bored by his overzeal.

Then I remembered Mrs. Josephine’s admonition: “When interacting with people, if you don’t have a deep relationship with each other, don’t go foolishly with others. At this time, the more you speak the truth, the truth, the more it will cause The other party's suspicions and even disgust, think you are attentive and have nothing to do, most of them are not good-hearted."

When Joan heard Mrs. Josephine say this, she didn't quite understand why this happened?

At this moment, I had a personal experience and had to admit that "speaking shallowly" is indeed a taboo in interpersonal communication, and I can't help being disheartened.

"Medea, when are you going to leave, do you want to say goodbye to Mr. Klein before you leave?"

The Serpent Warlock noticed that his attitude suddenly became cold, grasping his arms at a loss, and barely squeezed a smile for a long while.

"Joan, I can see that you are also very interested in petrochemicals. If you come to my house as a guest, let's do research together, how?"

"Thank you for your invitation, but unfortunately I cannot separate now."

"It's okay! Remember to keep in touch. When you are free, it's not too late to come to my house as a guest."

Joan nodded politely.

Medea said, "I have a big plan to carry out systematic research on common petrochemical creatures. In addition to petrified lizards, I will also go to dark areas and even the surface of the world to search for supernatural creatures with petrochemical capabilities. As a research sample."

"It's a very interesting idea, and it's also a big project. If you can complete this research, you can send a review, maybe it can be published in top academic journals like Austrian Newsletter!"

Qiao An couldn't help being hooked up by her scientific research addiction, and happily helped her make suggestions.

"I don't have a college degree, do top journals accept my papers?"

The grievances in Medea's eyes exposed the inferiority hidden in the heart.

"This..." Joan scratched his head and didn't dare to make an assertion.

"Otherwise, you will collaborate with me on this research, and the results will come out in the future. We will publish it jointly. In this way, at least it will not be rejected due to academic problems." Medea proposed with a smile.

"That is to say, you made me hang up the corresponding author?"

Joan thought about it quickly and nodded, "This is a normal operation in the academic circle. Of course it's okay, but I have to go back to the tutor to discuss it. It's better to post the article in the name of Moriart Lab, otherwise With my small role, I can help you vote for the "Austrian Law Journal" at best, where can I get the threshold for the "Austrian Newsletter"."

"All right, please!" Medea jumped happily. "Remember to write to me!"

"I will try my best……"

After two years of experience, although Joan has matured a lot in interpersonal communication, he still can't overcome a psychological barrier and is extremely averse to communicating with others.

Writing a letter and writing letters, especially to friends and relatives, will always make him very painful. It feels like he was sentenced to death. He knows that he can’t escape, but he doesn’t want to face it. "arrival.

Sometimes he thinks, if writing a letter is as easy as writing a paper, and it can bring a sense of accomplishment instead of self-aversion, how great it should be!

Medea watched Joan's complexion and seemed to see his tangled thoughts, and said softly: "If you don't have time to write a letter, it doesn't matter, I will write to you. When will the summer vacation be?"

"Early August, probably..." Joan scratched his head.

Holidays are meaningless to him. Anyway, whether he is on holiday or not, his life rules are the same-either in school or in adventure.

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