Mage Joan

The day after the Battle of Dusk Plains, Sir Castis and Prince Sigmund privately disclosed to Joan their predictions about the future.

The two old men with the most brilliant military careers in the old world and the new continent asserted that the Fijians suffered a defeat and suffered a great deal of vitality, and the domestic anti-war calls must be high. If you seize the opportunity to initiate peace talks, it should not be difficult for both parties to be able to Accept the way to end this war.

Since the search for peace will become a consensus between the two parties, at least for the foreseeable future, it is unlikely that there will be another swordsman. Joan feels that there is no need to stay on the front line and submits a decommissioning application to the headquarters.

It wasn't until September 20 that Joan's application was approved.

On the eve of his retirement, at the initiative of Prince Sigmund, the headquarters specially held a farewell party for him.

Except for Baron Laval, who was still pursuing the defeated Fijian troops in the southern part of the Iron Forest, the senior generals in the unit, including Prince Sigmund, Sir Castis, Colonel Vaasa, and the Logan family, all attended the night At the banquet, he gave Jo Joan a face, and at the same time he took full account of his feelings. He did not make the banquet too large, lest the introverted young mage feel cautious in front of strangers, and he was very moved.

The next morning, Joan flew directly back to Midgard City from the front line. At this time, both the Empire and Fijian have not publicly disclosed the intention of the armistice negotiations. The shadow of the war is still over the Midgard, and the atmosphere in the city is also tense.

After the war broke out, Hailar received a letter from his adoptive father and had to return to Freeport to avoid the scourge of war. Shortly afterwards, Audrey and Holden also received a call from the royal family of Canaan and were forced to go home.

Today, the future of the war is still unclear, and Hailar and Zion’s brothers have not been able to return to school in a short time. Joan lives alone in the apartment and sees the closed door next door. A trace of loneliness.

He returned to his bedroom and sat at his desk, remembering that he had received a letter from a friend not long ago. At that time, the frontline military was busy, and he did not take a serious reply. It is rare that he has some leisure time now, so he gave Hailar, Audrey and Kandy. He wrote a long letter about his later encounters, the beginning and end of the Battle at Dusk Plain, and his own predictions about the future of the war.

After writing the letter, Joanne picked up the stack of manuscripts on the desk and read it carefully.

During his front-line service, Joanne did not waste his studies, and used his spare time to complete a thesis on the theme "self-clustering and multi-headed spellcasting."

Now that the draft of the thesis has been completed, Joan decided to go to the school to find Professor Moriarty, ask the supervisor to review it, and if there is no problem, send it to the editorial department of the Austrian Newsletter.

Joan put away the paper and walked to the campus of Midgard University across the street.

Perhaps it was influenced by the war. It is clearly the beginning of the new school year, but the campus is particularly deserted. It is said that the freshmen entering this year have reached a new low in the past ten years. More than 20 majors combined, the total number of freshmen is less than 1,000, it is indeed a bit Ugly.

The strange thing is that the number of freshmen enrolled in the Austrian Law School has not changed significantly compared with previous years. Perhaps this is the so-called "art virtuosity". However, anyone who has learned the two-handed spells feels that he is not an ordinary person and goes to a war. The city under threat is also not a big problem. Anyway, you can run the law at any time.

Joan came to Moriarty's laboratory without a mentor, but it was not strange. He asked Duoer to find out that Professor Moriarty was very rare to come to work today. At this time, he was in Dean Franklin. Of my office is under training.

Not long after Joan waited in the laboratory, Professor Moriarty came back disgraced.

Duo'er didn't make a mistake, Mr. Professor was really taught by the Dean's old man.

Joan has never seen Professor Professor so slouchy, and recalled the complaint that Dean Franklin had made in his face not long ago, guessing that Professor Moriarty might not be so easily confused this time, and quickly fell to the tutor. Cup of tea, carefully asked what happened.

Professor Moriarty grabbed the teacup and poured black tea into his throat in one sigh. He sighed long and complained indignantly.

"Joan, an excellent man like us, living in a world full of mediocrities, is really too difficult!"

Joan scratched his head, completely unable to understand what the mentor meant, and he didn't think it was difficult to be alive. He simply asked, "Mentor, what does Dean Franklin say to you?"

"Huh! It's not the same stereotype, saying that someone reports that I'm not doing business right, engaging in financial speculation, and not worthy of being a teacher!"

"Old Franklin also showed me the report letter and warned me to strengthen my business so as not to be gossiped again."

Professor Moriarty said angrily.

"Report..." Joan was taken aback, "Is it an anonymous letter?"

Professor Moriarty focused heavily on his face, and his face looked particularly gloomy.

"Not only the anonymous letter, the words on the letter were cut from the newspaper, and the handwriting characteristics were not visible. I tried to cast a trace on the origin of the sender, but unfortunately the old man Franklin hid the anonymous letter."

"Joan, think about it, who will be full and have nothing to do to report me? This must have been done by colleagues!" Professor Moriarty shot the table with anger.

"You mean, the anonymous letter came from a professor in our college?" Jo Ann felt incredible. "Shouldn't it be?"

"Why not?" Professor Moriarty said with a sneer. "Joan, you are still young and don't understand how terrible people are. A person as good as me is not normal without being jealous."

"Not to mention whether the whistleblower is really jealous, at least the questions he listed in the letter seem to be not rumor..." Joan couldn't help but spit.

"Huh? How is your kid talking like an old Franklin man?" Professor Moriarty stared angrily.

"Because this is the truth..."

Qiao Anqiang endured the sentence that came down to his mouth. He always had a hard time making a choice when it came to helping or helping relatives.

"Old Franklin tried to beat me with the anonymous letter of the villain. I didn't eat that set. I told the old man directly that I had nothing to reflect on. The mean villain slandered me for not being a teacher, huh, it's ridiculous! There are so many professors here, is there any student who is better than my students? No? No one can beat! My teaching achievements are outstanding, and I am not ashamed. What do I have to reflect on? Joan, do you think this is the reason? "

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