Mage Joan

As if going back in time, the tragedy of six years ago is now repeated in front of Sir Castis’s hospital bed.

Qiao An asked himself, did he have no better choice, he had to relive his nightmare, or let his hands be stained with blood from relatives and friends again?

If he accepts the commission of Sir Castis and gains benefits by killing the dying old man with his own hands—even if only assisting the other person to commit suicide—Joann will not be able to convince himself that people are ends rather than means.

In any case, life is not addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

Qiao An can never agree to calculate the value of life from a utilitarian point of view, otherwise "killing an innocent person to save a hundred people" becomes a virtue, and a person like him with both congenital deformities and acquired disabilities is not worth living in one at all. Utilitarian world.

"Two two makes four" is no longer life, it is precisely the beginning of death.

In an instant, the fierce confrontation in Qiao'an's mind seemed to have been going on for a century, finally looking at Sir Castis, and shook his head resolutely.

"Sorry, Sir Sir, I cannot accept your suggestion, although it is best for me to do that, but I will not be able to pass the hurdle in my heart after all."

"Lord, let you down, I am ashamed... Please don't be sad for my stupidity and stubbornness, because I may be more stupid and stubborn than you think."

"I will always be by your side, waiting for your soul to return to the kingdom of God, and the holy beast will break out, and then use my own way to destroy the monster and help you with the hidden dangers behind you."

Sir Castis listened to him silently, a wry smile appeared on his face.

"Child, you are asking yourself for trouble. Do you know how dangerous this is? You are not afraid of taking your own life because of this. You are still so young and your future is bright... Is it really worth the risk? ?"

"It's worth it." Qiao An held the palm of the old man with his right hand and held his own heart with his left hand, with a solemn expression and an extremely firm tone.

"I have a bottom line for being a human being. If I break through that bottom line, I can no longer call him a human being, but a dehumanizing monster."

"You ask me if I am afraid? To tell you the truth, I am not even afraid of being alive, will I still be afraid of death!"

From the young man’s rhetorical question, Sir Castis heard countless bitterness, endless grief and anger, speechless for a while, and the faint brilliance in his eyes gradually darkened.

The silence lasted for a long time, and the old man finally spoke.

"Sorry, kid, I don't believe you, but I really can't let you take that risk. I can't help your parents and grandfather. I can't let you hurt anymore."

After a sigh, Sir Castis looked up at the bedroom door and muttered to himself.

"Up to now, I can only use that backup plan... My time is running out. The last guest tonight... I hope he can come in time."

Qiao Ann took out his pocket watch and took a look. The hour hand was approaching midnight. It was already so late. Will there be any guests from the Castis family?

What does the "backup plan" mentioned by Sir Alex Ferguson just now mean?

These questions alternated in his mind. He was hesitant to ask Sir Castis face to face. Footsteps came from outside the bedroom door, followed by a knock on the door.

"Father, a guest came to visit and said that he came to the appointment specially at your invitation." Rebecca's voice came from outside the door, with a hint of doubt.

A look of relief appeared on Sir Castis's face, and he nodded weakly at Joan and motioned for him to invite the guests into the house.

When Qiao An opened the door, the first thing he saw was Rebecca holding a candlestick, and behind the girl, a man in a cloak hid himself in the shadows.

Even though he couldn't see the face under the cloak and hood, Qiao An recognized the identity of the midnight visitor at a glance and couldn't help exclaiming.

"Tutor! Why are you here too?"

The opposite person did not make a sound, and took off his hood with his backhand, revealing a handsome face. It was Professor Moriarty.

"Tutor, you..."

Mr. Professor once again ignored his students, walked into the room, passed by Joan, walked to Sir Castis’s bed, and bowed slightly to the old man.

Qiao An hurriedly turned around, keeping his eyes on the back of the instructor, and suddenly felt that the other party had become very strange.

He vaguely discovered that the tutor was in a bad mood and seemed to be angry with him, but he couldn't figure out what he had done wrong, which made the tutor unhappy.

Recalling the six years of getting along with Professor Moriarty, Qiao Ann rarely saw his tutor get angry. Even if he loses his temper occasionally, he does not come at him. He treats students like a loving father and sometimes like a caring brother. It was not as cold as it was at this moment, these abnormal signs have deepened Qiao'an's anxiety.

Rebecca seemed to be aware of the abnormal atmosphere in the room, hesitated for a long time at the door holding the candlestick, and finally mustered up the courage to wave to Qiao'an and beckon him to come.

"You help me ask my father, can you let me stay in the house?"

Qiao An reluctantly suppressed the chaotic thoughts, returned to the hospital bed, and conveyed Rebecca's request.

Sir Castis thought for a moment, as if he could not bear to refuse the little daughter, he nodded reluctantly.

Rebecca padded her toes and looked over Qiao'an's shoulders. She saw her father nodding, he was relieved, and quickly entered the room, closed the door with her backhand, put the candlestick on the coffee table next to the bed, and gave it to Professor Moriarty. Bring a chair and politely ask the guests to sit down.

"Thank you, Miss Castis, I hope you don't hate me after a while." Professor Moriarty said lightly.

Rebecca was stunned immediately, confused and puzzled. It took a long time to come back to his senses, and the look in Qiao An's eyes was inquiring.

Qiao An vaguely guessed the mentor's intentions, but he still had a hint of illusion. He would rather guess wrong by himself, so he shook his head at Rebecca and couldn't bear to tell her his cruel guess.

"You came……"

Sir Castis greeted Professor Moriarty weakly.

"I'm coming."

Mr. Professor looked at the table below.

"I met Josephine on the road. The shrewd woman seemed to have a premonition and tried to prevent me from coming to the appointment. Fortunately, she was not delayed too long."

"Thanks for your hard work..." A mixture of gratitude and guilt appeared in Sir Alex Ferguson's eyes. "After I die...Joan and Rebecca...please take care of you."

"It's incumbent on matters within the scope." Professor Moriarty replied calmly.

"My time is running out... let's start now." Sir Alex Ferguson's voice was weak enough to barely be heard.

Professor Moriarty nodded expressionlessly, opened the storage bag, and took out a gem that exudes strong negative energy...

Qiao An approached it with curiosity, only to realize that what the instructor was holding was a black agate.

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