Mage Joan

Adams nodded solemnly, promising to convey this truthfully for Audrey, and to help the dwarf mage Belling get a reward.

The four came to the banquet today, and eating was just a guise. The main purpose was to solve the problem of mine dividends.

Now that the conditions have been negotiated, everyone is relieved and there is no need to continue.

Hailar made a farewell on behalf of the crowd. Adams cast a look of inquiries at Sir Castes. Seeing that he had no intention of staying, he got up and sent Joan to go out.

Joan followed his companion out of the villa and looked up at the bright sun and clear blue sky.

100,000 gold Duga, is his largest income so far. Although this amount of money is not enough to enable him to achieve financial freedom, at least he can make his life more generous, and he has the capital to engage in some expensive research projects.

While thinking, he heard a deep voice suddenly behind him.

"Mr. Vader, please stay."

Joan was surprised, glanced back, and I don't know when Heimdall appeared behind him, but he didn't hear a trace of footsteps.

"Mr. Vader, the lord invited you to take a walk with him in the garden. I wonder if you can spare time to enjoy the light?"

The legendary monk kindly conveyed Sir Castes' invitation.

Joan hesitated a moment and nodded, "Of course, this is my honor."

Audrey saw that Sir Castes was interested in chatting with Joan alone. Before hearing that Joan had inadvertently talked about his close relationship with his grandfather's family in his hometown, he smiled intentionally and greeted his brother and Hailar got in the carriage.

Joan followed Heimdall to the garden at the back of the house. From a distance, he saw Sir Castis standing on a stick with a cane, looking at himself with a smile on his front.

The old man's wrinkled face, pale hair, and a bunch of blooming flowers set off a sharp contrast between aging and youth, which made him feel sad.

Heimdall stood at the gate of the garden, silently, like a guard cast of steel.

Joan Trail walked to Sir Castis and bowed to him.

"You are welcome, boy, we are not outsiders."

"I haven't been home for many years. Fortunately, through the intelligence network of "Son of Freedom", I still know more about the situation in my hometown of Yalfheim."

"I heard that your grandfather Mr. Guillaume Tell has passed away, please accept my condolences."

Qi Rong appeared on the face of the Lord.

"Mr. Taier is my older brother. I didn't expect that the letter of help I sent to Mr. Tair would even cause him to suffer from the destruction of his family. He still feels ashamed to think about it."

With a bitter sigh, Sir Castis asked Joan: "Brother Tell... Is he still blaming me before he dies?"

Joan recalled his grandfather's last words, shook his head, and whispered: "He didn't complain about you, but told me, if you want to explore the mystery of the origin of his strange blood, come to Meadgard to ask you for advice. "

Sir Castis nodded recklessly, seeming to untie a knot and look better.

"Child, about your life story, it's a long story, let's talk later."

"Let's talk about your studies first. I have been paying attention to your growth for the past year, and you can always surprise me."

"Joan, congratulations on winning the Rising Star Award. Brother Tell will be proud of you if you know what you have achieved today."

Joan listened silently, his nose sour.

"Boy, Adams heard from his little niece named Hailar that you still owe a school loan, and you have always regretted the application for a student loan, right?"

Faced with the gentle smile of the old man, Joan felt embarrassed and nodded blushing.

"This student loan is cancelled. The contract you signed with the company was also cancelled at the beginning. Of course, it is good to want to come to the company after you graduate. If you don't want to work, stay in school to teach, engage in scientific research, or engage in other industries. It’s up to you, I guarantee that no one will interfere with your choice."

Sir Castis said lightly.

"How embarrassing..." Joan was surprised and happy.

With his current net worth, he didn’t have to worry about tuition for a long time.

The student loan is not a large sum of money. Even if the liquidated damages are included, he can afford it. However, after all, it is a heart attack and I feel unhappy every time I think about it.

Now Sir Castis helped him remove this heart disease during the understatement, making him a little uneasy and grateful for his gratitude.

"Child, this is just a trivial thing, and it is not worth keeping in mind."

"That's really... thank you so much!"

"You don't have to be polite, in fact I should thank you, thank you for your considerate care of Rebecca."

Sir Castes' smile was meaningful.

Listening to him mentioning Rebecca, Joonton felt his cheeks burn, and embarrassed himself.

Obviously, although the grandfather was in Meadgard, he knew what was happening in the family of Alfheim, thousands of miles away, including of course the emotional entanglement between his young daughter Rebecca and Joan.

"I'm sorry, Sir, when I left Leiden, it hurt Rebecca..."

Joan explained hard, guilty in his heart.

"You don't need to mention these things anymore, Joanne, seriously, I'm you instead. I'm afraid the same decision would have been made."

"Rebecca is still a naive child. He doesn't understand the dangers of the world. He does everything by impulse and never considers the consequences."

"I know that refusing her makes you very painful, the same is true for her, but this is indeed the most rational decision."

"That unhappy breakup hurt both of you, and your good friends became estranged, but this is just a small disturbance in your life journey, and it does not mean that you cannot continue to be friends in the future."

"My good boy, after all, you are still young, and there is an infinite future. There are countless possibilities. When you are more mature, you may re-know each other. The life traces that once run counter to each other will also reunite together. It will be more profound and mellow than when it was young, and it will stand the test of time and wind and frost."

Joan stopped and looked at Sir Castes in amazement.

The old man patted his shoulder with a smile.

"Don't be nervous, my child, this is not a prophecy, it's just that as my father, I wish you and Rebecca..."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing violently.

Joan quickly helped the old man, patted his thin back, and helped him get better.

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