Mage Joan

Hearing her saying this, Jo Ann didn't dare to quit anymore, he quickly accepted the gift, hesitated, and stopped talking.

Mrs. Josephine glanced at him, and made a clear signal with her eyes-just say something straight.

"You promised not to regenerate your tutor's anger, I said, otherwise forget it, so as not to make you angry."

Joan is a bit ill.

"You're so eccentric!" The countess said with a groan, "I'm useless to be good to you. In the final analysis, you are still facing your mentor."

Seeing Joan's face embarrassed, Mrs. Josephine's expression eased and her tone returned to tenderness.

"It's not worth the frustration of a man like Trofim. You say, I'm really not angry."

"I don't have the habit of smoking, and I can't use the expensive pipes and shreds you sent."

Joan bluntly told the truth.

"The tutor's pipe is very old. Can you give him the pipe and shreds you gave to me?

"How about it, did I get it right? The stinky kid with an eccentric eye, you are trying to make me mad!"

Mrs. Josephine said fiercely on her lips, but there was a smile in her eyes, and there seemed to be a little relief.

"Okay, you can send whatever you want, I really don't care."

Joan watched her look carefully and confirmed that she was not deliberately talking back, which relieved her.

Mrs. Josephine pinched the cigarette butts in the ashtray and said to Joan: "I have to attend a banquet at night. We have to hurry up to do business. What can I do about your research?"

"If you allow me to draw some blood, it doesn't have to be too much, as long as half a pint, even if it helps me a lot!"

Joan said expectantly.

"It sounds easy, but Joan, it's not convenient to reveal, what use do you want my blood for?"

The countess's burgundy eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Qiao An thought about it, and felt that there was no need to conceal other research content except for the link involving the power of mythology, and he briefly described the process of analyzing the "warlock's blood" to her.

"In other words, by analyzing and testing my blood, or the blood of other warlocks, can you decipher all the spells mastered by the blood master?"

Mrs. Josephine concluded.

"It's true." Joan nodded.

"So what benefits can I gain by working with you?"

Mrs. Josephine asked with a smile.

"This..." Joan scratched his head awkwardly. "Sorry, I haven't thought about it yet."

"This is an oversight that shouldn't have happened. Joan, to be honest, I don't expect any benefit from you, but in the future you have to cooperate with others. People may not think like me, do you understand?"

The countess was gentle and long-spoken. Even if she was preaching, she would not arouse Joan’s resentment, and she was deeply grateful to know that she said it all for her own good.

"Your lesson is right. This is my fault. When working with people in the future, I will give priority to what benefits can be provided to each other."

"Good boy, that's right."

The countess smiled easily.

"Everyone is a mirror in front of us. The way we treat others, the others will treat us."

Qiao An thought, you are a good "chicken soup".

However, he did not hate drinking the bowl of "chicken soup."

Mrs. Josephine knew how to score, and the preaching was just enough. She rolled up her lace sleeves to reveal her white and slender wrist, indicating that Joan could draw her blood.

Joan took the needle tube, disinfected it with a "magic trick", picked up a lint of cotton wool with tweezers, wiped gently on her wrist, and then punctured the needle into the light blue venous blood vessel.

After a few seconds, Joan pulled out the needle tube and pressed the needle hole with alcohol cotton.

He noticed that the countess frowned slightly and asked guiltily, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Mrs. Josephine shook her head bitterly.

"When I was young, I often suffered hard. This level of pain didn't matter at all. It is a pity that I am now used to living in a respectful manner. I can't help but frown because of some pain. It's really disgraceful."

"If you can't say that, fear of pain is the response of normal people. IMHO, I don't think it's worth showing off being good at enduring pain. Only capital refuses to endure hardships. It's worth being proud."

Joan whispered.

Mrs. Josephine gave him an angry look.

"Look at you, you're telling the unflattering truth again!"

Joan smiled embarrassedly.

"Every time I want to say "forgive me", I know it's bad. The next words are better not to say, but I still can't help it."

"This may be a shortcoming, but I don't hate you. In fact, anyone who really likes you will not hate you because of this, but Joan, many times we don't know if the other person really likes himself. , Some honest words, I don’t know if I should say it or not."

The countess threw away the alcoholic cotton ball and shook his hand gently, as if she wanted to convey to him a more complex emotion than comfort and encouragement through this intimate gesture.

Joan will store most of the blood drawn in the Qingbing refrigerator, leaving only a small amount of blood sample, and with the No. 4 rune Ansuz, he will perform "mythical blood interpretation" to awaken the power of sleeping Arcane in the blood.

Joan did not avoid Mrs. Josephine when performing this series of operations.

The other party's clear and slightly confused eyes indicate that he did not understand what he was doing at all.

Joan couldn't help but secretly rejoice. Fortunately, the Countess is a warlock. After all, she has limited knowledge accumulation and can't understand her own sao operation.

If you change to a mage, I am afraid that you have already noticed the "Rune Rune", and you have to get to the bottom.

But in the interim, he felt guilty for his selfish thoughts.

Judging from these two contacts, the countess seemed to cherish a pure and sincere emotion beyond ordinary friendship.

This is not only a woman's affection for men, but also closer to the kind of infinite tolerance of the elder sister to the younger brother, and even the mother to the son.

The countess was so kind to herself, but she could not return her with the same frankness, and had to hide certain privacy from her, which made Joan feel guilty.

The blood interpretation was successfully completed. A cloud of blood-colored cloud rose up from the mouth of the reagent bottle, which was mixed with dense golden runes.

A cursory glance, just the most intuitive first impression, surprised Joan with how many spells Mrs. Josephine had mastered, far exceeding the reasonable expectation of a warlock!

It can be seen that she is not as socially feasting as she seems on the surface, but she is very attentive to her arcane practice, privately spent a lot of energy to develop the blood of the warlock, and achieved amazing results. .

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