Mage Joan

Joan heard the temptation in Sissi’s words and looked up directly at the fairy girl’s lake-like green eyes. He asked quietly, “Let’s talk about what is treasured first.”

"Two books." Sissi chose to tell the truth. "I don't understand what is written in the book, I only know that it is related to magic."

There was no obvious expression change on Joan's face, but his heart was not calm. Now he is most eager for the magic book, if Sissi can provide resources in this area, far more attractive to him than pearls.

Despite some emotions, Joan didn’t want to make the wrong decision driven by Lisuo, and frankly told Sissi: "I’m not sure if I have enough ability to help you take home, please give me more time to consider, I I will tell you my decision as soon as possible."

"Okay, Mr. Master, Jerry and I are waiting for your good news." Sissy smiled and bowed, holding her brother's hand back into the river and disappearing into the depths of the waves.

"Joan, what are your plans next?" Kandy asked urgently.

"Go back to the workshop first, I want to write a letter." Joan answered softly.

Joan didn't explain much, turned back to the wrought iron workshop, asked Tom to borrow paper and pen, and wrote down the truth of the repeated destruction of the waterwheel transmission and the plight and requests faced by the younger brother Nixie, and finally attached it. Own opinion.

"The lakes in the upper Delin Valley are occupied by aquatic ghouls, and it is well known that the odors emitted by ghouls with strong pathogens. The longer the water ghosts move in the upstream, the lower the river water-including residents of Delin The daily drinking water source-the more likely it is to be contaminated by the ghoul epidemic. Once this malignant infectious disease breaks out, it will inevitably pose a great threat to the lives of all the townspeople."

Describe the threat posed by the presence of the water ghost to the residents of the town, and Joan immediately wrote the conclusion:

"Even if it is just to maintain the safety of the town's water source, it is necessary to eliminate the group of water ghosts entrenched in the upstream lake."

After writing this letter, Joan handed it to Conti, and she begged her to review it again, and there was anything to add, delete, or modify.

Kandy glanced over quickly, raised his eyes from the stationery, looked at Joan with an extraordinarily complicated look, and spoke after a long time.

"It's very well written and very convincing! But I don't understand, why can't you express these clear, logical and rigorous opinions in words?"

Joan ripped the corner of his mouth without saying anything.

Kandy sighed, and did not continue the topic, and instead asked Joan: "Who is this letter to?"

"Of course Mr. Flint Anvil."

Joan got up and greeted Tom over and told him to immediately send the letter he had just written to Flint Anvil and bring back the other party's message.

When Tom didn't drink, he was still reliable. He ran out with a whirlwind of letters, and ran back sweaty in less than an hour.

"Mr. Vader, my uncle read your letter and asked me to bring you a few words."

"Speak slowly."

"Well, that, my uncle said he fully agrees with the analysis and conclusions you made in the letter and decided to take action tomorrow."

Joan was not surprised by this. With Flint's style of work, how could he tolerate the threat of Delin town from the upstream water ghosts.

"What else did Mr. Flint say?"

"Oh, my uncle also said that in order to find the water ghost's lair as soon as possible, I hope you can persuade the two Nikkis to lead him. If you are willing to participate in the combat operations tomorrow, he welcomes them and will give them after the combat ends. Your extra reward-this does not include the 100 gold Duga promised in the reward notice!" Tom poured a large glass of water, moistened his dry throat, and said cheerfully to Joan: "Mr. Vida You should really participate in tomorrow’s actions, and my uncle will not treat you badly! Besides, if you don’t go, neither of you and my uncle know the goblin language, how can you deal with Nicky!"

"Tom, are you going to fight the water ghost too?" Joanne asked the young dwarf blacksmith.

"Of course! Don't look at me as a blacksmith. The militiamen in the town, including the Dingdall brothers, no one dares to say that they can fight better than me!" The young dwarf lifted his chest.

"Really?" Joan looked at Tom suspiciously. "I didn't see how great you were when I met Nickine before."

"Uh... that's two different things. To be honest, I'm a little bit afraid of magical guys, such as goblins, such as... coughing..." The dwarf looked at Joan and swallowed the word "Mage" in his belly. , "As for the stinking ghouls, and I don't know any spells, I'm not afraid!"

Joan's lips slightly raised, and he smiled and said to the dwarf: "Grind your hammer, Tom, and tomorrow, Kandy and I will fight alongside you."

"Great! Let's unite and beat the stinking water ghosts!" Tom waved his fist in excitement, then yawned again, "Mr. Vader, you haven't closed your eyes tonight Right? Before the light of day, you better go home to sleep and come here to gather before ten o'clock tomorrow morning. My uncle and I are waiting for you and Miss Condy."

"Then see you tomorrow." Joan was tired for a long time, and he said goodbye to Tom and went home to rest. As a mage, he can only get enough sleep tomorrow to get a new spell slot, and to be fully prepared to fight against water ghosts.

When Joan arrived home, it was almost two o'clock in the morning, and after a quick rush, he fell asleep. It was already bright when I woke up the next morning. Joan hurried to prepare the spell. At the same time, Kandy had already prepared breakfast. The two had finished breakfast as quickly as possible. They brought Jamie and arrived at the agreed time. Wrought iron workshop.

Tom was anxiously waiting at the door and saw Joan and Condy coming over, and a big smile immediately appeared on the chubby round face.

"I thought you were afraid to come!"

"Who are you talking about? A coward scared by a goblin!" Kandy snapped back angrily.

Tom blushed and didn't dare to quit. Joan noticed that the young dwarf blacksmith was refreshed today, wearing chain mail, wearing a horned helmet, and behind him was a large iron shield like a turtle shell. It really looked like a majestic warrior, drunken with yesterday. The virtue of the contrast is strong in contrast.

However, compared with Tom, his image is stronger than that of his uncle Mr. Flint Anvil. The 8-warrior-level Delin town militia instructor is fully armed, wearing heavy full armor, a fiery cloak flying violently, wearing a horned steel helmet, a stainless steel forged, sparkling kite shield in the left hand, engraved in the center of the shield With the noble coat of arms of the anvil family, it is awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring!

Among the gorgeous equipment of Mr. Flint, the most striking thing is the heavy warhammer in his hand. The silver hammer handle is wrapped in python leather. The hammer head made of fine gold is engraved with mysterious runes. Joan can I felt strong magical fluctuations from it.

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