Mage Joan

"It's not so good to take your things white..." Joanne was a little bit sorry.

"Those old furniture are really nothing. When I'm a friend, don't mention the money!"

Thomas deliberately pretended to be unhappy, and Joan didn't smile until he made a concession.

Thomas is really generous. He makes friends and never cares whether the other party is poor or rich. Anyway, he has no money. Why bother?

Joan, who is also really poor, will not be polite to this young master. When I walked to the yard where furniture was piled up, I first picked a pretty chest of drawers that could be used as a bookcase. There is also a clothes hanger, two iron basins, and a 60% new cypress wood box-the height is moderate, it can just be tucked under the bed, and used to hold debris like needles, threads and brains.

Joan moved all the furniture into the attic, and originally wanted to get a few more pieces, but the small attic was already full and he had no choice but to leave.

Edward Gates rented the first floor of the dormitory and the basement, and ambitiously planned to transform the basement into his own private laboratory.

However, when he walked into the basement, he saw the magnificent rat rushing at his feet. His ambition was severely hit, and he ran out of panic. He closed the staircase door leading to the basement, and wanted to add a lock to prevent the mouse from running. Get out and drill into his bathtub.

"Mr. Gates, a wooden door can't stop the mouse. The old house has a bright surface. In fact, the problem is very serious. In the corners we can't see, mice, cockroaches and termites are breeding wildly." Joan reminded Edward casually.

He was holding a broom in his hand, carrying a bucket and a turban. He was still wearing an apron from the special zone before leaving home. He looked like a handsome little maid, and was about to go upstairs to clean when he was talking.

"Mr. Vader, please wait!"

Edward Gates shouted Joan, looked him up and down, rubbed his hands a little awkwardly and said, "Look, my servant won't wait until tomorrow afternoon to come to the school to help me clean, but before that... Thinking of mice, cockroaches and termites staying in the same room with me, I can't sleep. Mr. Vader, are you going to clean yourself?"

"Yes, Mr. Gates, I suggest you clean the room yourself, it's not difficult."

"No, no, it's not suitable for me... I don't hide it. I hate the three kinds of things you mentioned just now... Well, three kinds of very nasty little villains. Can't help getting goose bumps..." Edward was disgusted, and he was completely out of the mighty and proud officers.

"Are you afraid of mice?" Joan looked at Edward incredulously.

Big man six feet tall, afraid of mice?

"There are cockroaches, termites and all other pests, all intolerable!" Edward stomped annoyedly, observing Joan's complexion, and asked tentatively: "You come from the countryside, you must deal with these little pests often, are there any? Ways to deal with them?"

"Like raising a cat?"

"No, no! I hate cats and any pets that lose their hair. They make me suffer from rhinitis."

"Then it can only rely on magic or insecticide."

"Magic?" Edward looked at Joan suspiciously. "You still catch the magic of mice and bugs?"

"In theory, but I haven't tried it. The same goes for insecticides."

Joan had seen a special medicine formula for killing cockroaches and termites in the medical book of Mr. Kelandier, but he had not prepared this medicine by himself. After all, these kinds of pests are everywhere in the countryside. After killing a wave, another wave comes immediately, and there is no cure.

"There is always the first time in everything, Mr. Vader, you may wish to try the magic and medicine of rodenticide in our dormitory, which is of great benefit to improving our living environment." Edward looked at his face earnestly Joan.

Joan nodded, wondering where to start this large-scale cleaning project. Thomas walked down the stairs with a cold face, staring at Edward clearly with hostility.

"Mr. Gates, please allow me to remind you that Joan is your classmate and not a servant. No matter what your background, you are equal on campus. You have no right to ask him to clean your room, just as I have no right You do the same thing."

Edward Gates blushed and stood up sharply to try to explain: "I don't mean that, just ask Mr. Vader to do me a favor!"

"Oh, that's what it is! It's my misunderstanding, please accept my apology." Thomas shamefully bowed to Edward and apologized. "But after all, the relationship between you and Joan does not seem to be good enough to ask him for help. Is it right? Everyone is a mage, time is precious, and you are so embarrassed to speak to make people work in vain?"

"Are you taunting me? Mr. Chap! I don't understand why you are targeting me deliberately, and I don't want to link your hostility towards me to draft results or some kind of jealousy, but..." Edward Coughing excitedly.

"You think too much, Mr. Gates, I dare to swear to the gods, to you, I have absolutely no jealousy, just think I need to help Joan to win the respect he deserves, this friend of mine is too simple, too Kindness, I can’t always watch him being bullied by others.”

"You are really a chivalrous knight, respectable Mr. Chap!" Edward is ironic and at the same time very helpless. "But what do you ask me to do? I originally planned to pay a sum of money to ask Mr. Vida Help expel mice and pests, but if you think about it, if I really raise money...what would Mr. Vader think, wouldn’t he think that I am vulgar and ridiculous, wouldn’t he feel insulted?"

"Of course not!" Joan couldn't help but rushed to answer.

Edward froze.

Thomas also froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"I have been used to housework since I was young. Everyone is a classmate. If you have something to ask me for help, don't be polite. As long as I have time, I will try my best."

Qiao Anqiang refrained from the latter half of the sentence: It would be better if he could get some reward!

Edward shrugged and smiled bitterly, "It seems that I think too much, Mr. Vader. Is 100 Gold Duga enough to buy pesticides?"

Where did you get 100 gold Durga?

Ten Kinduga is enough!

However, Joan was not stupid. Of course, Edward could ask him in a subtle way whether he was satisfied with the reward.

"100 Kinduga is a little less. I will add 100. Joan. I will add more insecticide and spray my room. I don’t want to wake up when I dream of kissing my beloved one night. I found a big cockroach lying on my lips."

Thomas' joke was a bit vulgar, but he succeeded in making Joan laugh.

Edward couldn't laugh, so angry that he scolded Thomas for his vulgar words and full of low-level fun. Just thinking about the scene he just described, he felt goose bumps in disgust.

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