Mage Joan

Joan was not fooled by the generous conditions offered by the student loan agent, but instead he was alert and asked Charles Fitzgerald directly:

"Excuse me, what price do I have to pay for these benefits?"

"You only need to agree to amend a contract clause, and change the originally stipulated service for the company from five years to ten years after graduation. That's all." Mr. Fitzgerald said with a smile.

"Is the contract period changed from five years to ten years?" Joan thought for a while, and shook his head firmly: "I'm sorry, I don't want to modify the contract, so, goodbye!"

"Mr. Vader, Mr. Vader..."

Fitzgerald pursued two steps and found that Joan had no intention of looking back, so he had to stop, and shook his head in disappointment.

"Poor boy from the country, I don't know what to do!" Martin Smith cursed in a low voice.

"You still have a face to say? You are not the poor guy from the country!" Charles Fitzgerald gave him a fierce glance. "Although Joan Vida is poor, he is a genius and has a bright future. Sooner or later Developed! What about you? You haven’t gotten your graduation certificate after eight years of schooling. Are you going to continue to spend time in school and be a slave to Walter Lee for life, and be treated as a joke forever?"

Martin Smith was flushed with blushing cheeks, biting his lips in shame and indignation.

Charles Fitzgerald calmed down after venting his anger, patting his shoulder to appease: "This time it is fine, you have to remember this lesson, don't look away!"

Martin Smith's face was blue and white for a while, and he couldn't tell the bitterness in his heart.

When Qiao An took the entrance exam, he was really just a mediocre mage apprentice. Who could have thought of a tremendous transformation in less than half a year, from a mediocre talent to a top three genius in this year's freshman, I know today At first, he did not persuade Joan to change to the profession of Warlock.

All of them were born in the countryside and were all students of Leiden College. Look at Joan Vida who "sparrows become phoenixes" Hanging his head and biting his lip, he could barely hold back the tears that were looming.

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Mr. Alexander Jefferson, the current principal of Leiden College, is a famous lawyer, political scientist and enlightenment thinker in the New World.

Mr. Principal's head and feet are six feet and three inches long, with a slender and sturdy body. The face is well-defined and angular, with a very ruddy complexion, a golden hair color, and a pale brownish complexion. Grey eyes, simple clothes, no trim.

Joan's first impression of the principal was that he was friendly and easy-going. However, as the head of a school, being too easy-going is not always a good thing. Mr. Jefferson's words are diametrically opposed to his tall and magnificent image, and Yan Yuese, whispered slowly, has no momentum at all.

This kind of conversation is suitable for small and quiet occasions such as the living room, classroom or courtroom. The audience can sit around Mr. Jefferson and listen to his speech carefully. Presumably, he can get a lot of lessons for his rich knowledge and logical thinking. Deeply convinced.

However, this kind of "salon party" style of speech is inevitably lacking in passion in the Thousand People Auditorium, and its contagion is greatly reduced. It is difficult for Joan sitting in the last row to erect his ears and try to erect his ears. Can't help falling asleep.

Just as Joan struggled to doze off, Thomas was lying on the bench in the last row of the auditorium with his legs tilted up, buckling his hat on his face and dozing off.

It was not until the second half of the opening ceremony that a vice-chancellor with a loud voice came to the stage to speak. Master Thomas was woken up, yawned, and sat up suddenly. His eyes lit up, pulling Joan’s sleeve. Lowering his voice, he said excitedly: "Pay attention to the **** the left in the sixth row, the one wearing the theological school uniform and the white headscarf...the figure looks good!

Joan looked in the direction of his finger. Sure enough, there was a girl wearing a long black dress and hair wrapped in a white scarf. The wide nun uniform could not cover the slim back and slim waist, but it was a pity that she couldn't see her face clearly.

In the following time, Thomas had been looking at the beautiful back, itchy and impatient. Finally, until the end of the opening ceremony, the principal announced the adjournment, and the students stood up and left the seat one after another.

"Go away! The opportunity is coming!"

Thomas glared at Joan and rushed into the crowd impatiently, chasing the girl in the seminary whose back was touching.

Joan felt the sight of condemnation around him, and quickly turned his head to the side, pretending not to recognize Thomas, and did not follow up until Thomas walked away.

Out of the auditorium, Joan hurried down the steps. Seeing Thomas behind the lone girl from afar, whistling hard.

The students who walked in front turned back to look at Thomas, but the girl seemed to realize that he was not well-intentioned. Instead of looking back, he deliberately accelerated his pace.

Anyway, Thomas is also a well-known son, and he can’t keep up, like a street gangster, catching up with a hippie and smiling, and moving his hands. Seeing that the girl is going to go away, she came up with a crooked idea in anxiety-quickly show it." "Magic trick", summoned a strong wind to blow off her headscarf.

"Successful!"

Thomas threw his fist in excitement, quickly rushed up to pick up the headscarf, intending to take the opportunity to return the headscarf to talk to the girl with a moving back, and to see her appearance by the way.

At the same time that Thomas stooped to pick up the headscarf, the girl turned back, and the beautiful and pretty face was full of fright, and the dark black hair that had lost the headscarf cover and dropped to the waist became white and snowy, like countless slender roots. The silver snake wriggled violently, suddenly rolled to Thomas, and wrapped it around his neck.

Thomas was tightly restrained by the weird white hair before he could dodge it. His face was so purple that he couldn't breathe, let alone call for help, desperately tearing the hair tightly around his neck and trying to get rid of the shackles.

However, the girl's hair turned hard like a steel wire, and he couldn't break free even though he used his strength to feed on milk. The neck wrapped around the hair oozes blood, and it shines with silver long hair, which is shocking.

The incident was so sudden that Thomas collapsed on the ground and lost consciousness after a short struggle. A pair of godless eyes bulged upward as if they were about to get out of their eyes.

The white-haired girl stood beside him blankly, letting her long hair continue to tighten against Thomas' neck, and she was overwhelmed with panic.

The crowd watching the strange and terrifying scene was all stunned, unable to understand what was going on.

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