Mage Joan

"Mr. Vida, you are the most talented of all the young people who have risen in the Austrian academic circle in recent years."

"The "Rising Star Award" is just a small achievement. I hope you will not be satisfied by this. We all look forward to your further scientific research. A new work will be published in the Austrian Newsletter in the near future!"

New work?

"Austria Newsletter"?

Jo Anton felt pressured!

At his current academic level, it is relatively stable to publish the Journal of Austrian Law, but asking him to produce a higher-level paper with enough weight to be published in Austrian Newsletter is a bit difficult for a strong man.

At least a few of the topics he is currently preparing for have not yet reached that level. In order not to disappoint the teachers who have cultivated himself, he has to rack his brains and try to hold a "big move" out.

After the interview was over, Qiao An followed the instructions of the tutor in advance and invited Mr. Tennyson and Mr. Dean to lunch at the Tuileries Hotel with a little embarrassment to express their gratitude.

The two old men smiled at each other, and they saw that Joan was trying to imitate the adult socialism in a young and childish way.

"Joan, I know you hate social entertainment the most. The idea of ​​inviting us to dinner will never come from you. Was your tutor teaching you to say this?" Dean Franklin deliberately raised his face and pretended Be majestic.

Joan was terrified by the old man of the dean, and quickly turned his head and turned to the teacher for help.

Professor Moriarty coughed twice and touched his nose awkwardly.

"Since the two old gentlemen don't give face, then forget it, Joanne, let's go to the restaurant ourselves, have a good meal, and celebrate!"

"Wait!" The old Franklin stared angrily at the most talented and unruly professor in the college. "Who said we wouldn't give face? Just didn't want to embarrass Joan, and he didn't want to force him to play himself. character of."

Dean Franklin turned to look at Joan, his face becoming gentle.

"Child, do you remember the request you made on the day you received the award? You said you did not want to attend the awards ceremony, nor did you want to accept the tour of the five famous schools arranged by the school. After a little dredging, both the principal and the school board expressed respect for you Choices, will not force you to show your head, engage in these social activities with no practical meaning, waste your mind and time in vain, and have the energy to participate in social entertainment, I would rather you write an extra paper."

Joan nodded again and again, Mr. Dean's remarks were too appetizing for him, completely speaking to his heart.

"According to the old guys to drink and socialize, it certainly doesn't suit your heart, if you don't like it." Mr. Dean patted the young Master's shoulder and said with a smile: "Go, my good boy, do what you want to do Let's go."

"Then... well, Mr. Dean, Mr. Tennyson, I'm out of company first." Joan bowed deeply to the two old men and left the office with gratitude.

As soon as Joan had left his feet, Dean Franklin looked at Professor Moriarty with a smile.

"Trovim, will you arrange for Alva and I to eat at Tuileries Hotel at noon?"

"It was originally planned that, since Joan did not attend, there was no protagonist for this meal, so there is no need to invite any more?"

Professor Moriarty rubbed his hands and was about to propose to cancel the seat reserved at the hotel, but was interrupted by Dean Franklin.

"Midgard City's most luxurious hotel, the grade is high enough! Trofim, I want to give you the face, it is rare that your boy has a blood back, and Alvaro and I drink a few bottles of famous wine."

"What a shame." The old man Tennyson was polite.

"Don't see Trophim, this **** has recently started doing business again, and ran to the stock exchange all day. This guy, Trophim, is a person who is not profitable and early. If he is so enthusiastic about securities speculation, it must be to earn A lot, we can’t save him money."

The old man Franklin said angrily.

Professor Moriarty saw that the two old guys were deliberately trying to kill themselves, and it was an iron fact that they used their working hours to engage in securities speculation. The reason was that they had to lose money first, so they had to smile and confess.

...

As soon as he walked out of the door of the dean's office, Qiao An received the "Communication Technique" sent by Hailar and asked him whether the progress of the interview was going smoothly.

After replying to the letter, Joan walked out of the teaching building and saw Hailar and Zion's brother waiting for him outside.

"Joan, did Mr. Reporter give you a problem?" Audrey asked with concern.

Joan shook her head and told her everything was going well.

"That's good, let me tell you the good news. At noon, Sister Fortune invites us to dinner." Holden said with a smile.

"It's not that I invited you to dinner, but I represented a big person and invited three of you to the luncheon."

Hailar corrected seriously.

Joan rarely sees her being so serious, so she casually asks who is treating her.

"It's inconvenient to reveal for the time being that in short it is a big man, and there are very important things to discuss with us."

Hailar's mysterious attitude aroused Joan's curiosity and followed three friends out of the school.

A carriage was waiting at the door, and Joan noticed that there were eight emblems of gold snakes painted on the carriage, and he exchanged glances with his sister Zion. They all guessed that the big man who invited them to be guests was mostly It is the top level of the "Children of Freedom Association".

Inviting guests to dinner is just an excuse. The other party’s real intention is to ask these parties about the situation of "extra-large magic crystal veins".

Four young people got on the carriage. Joan was still thinking about the magic crystal veins. On the one hand, he was worried about his safety, but he couldn't help but guess how much dividends he could get in the end. He was very worried and silent along the way.

Hailar and Zion’s sisters and brothers also had their own concerns. There was no conversation, and the atmosphere in the carriage seemed a little depressed.

The coachman urged the horse out of the city gate and galloped westward along the avenue. After about half an hour, the carriage turned into the country road. There were yellow wheat and tall corn stalks growing on the side of the road. It looked like a farm.

After another half an hour, the carriage was parked outside the gate of a manor.

Joan got out of the car and looked around. He found that the mountains and the water are here, the scenery is pleasant and quiet, but it is a good place to cool off in the summer. It must be a holiday villa for a rich or powerful person.

Hailar is very familiar with the environment of this country manor and leads Joan, Audrey and Holden after getting off the car.

On the way, I met some men and women dressed as servants, all standing beside the road bowing to salute them, but no one asked them where they came from, and they seemed well-trained.

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