Mage Joan

Qiao Ann opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a black boy wearing a servant uniform and a "newsboy hat". He bowed and saluted him, and handed a letter with both hands, saying that it was a note that his master asked him to send to Professor Rawls.

Qiao An rewarded the little **** with a silver coin, went back to the room and handed the letter to the teacher.

Master Rawls opened the envelope and glanced at it, and immediately smiled.

"Joan, my colleagues at Leiden College have specially held a banquet in the school cafeteria tonight to celebrate my resurrection. Of course I must attend as the protagonist!

"You see, the sun is going down soon, and the time is not too early. I have to take a shower and change into a personal dress. You should also clean up, go to the banquet with me, hygiene or something, and it will be too late to clean the other day. ."

Joan saw that Master Rawls was just looking for excuses to avoid doing housework, smiled, and did not say anything.

"Teacher, you know that I don't like social entertainment, so I don't want to join in the fun."

"Oh, all right! What do you want to eat tonight? I will bring you back."

"Don't bother you, I will go out after cleaning, and just find a small restaurant on the way to eat casually."

After Master Rawls left, it took Joan another half an hour to clean the house spotlessly, cast a spell to remove the dust from his body, and went for a walk.

There were snow on both sides of the street, and there were few pedestrians on the street at dusk. Qiao Ann walked out about half a mile, and accidentally saw a sign for sale of real estate hanging in a window on the side of the road. He paused and thought about it. In Masters’ home, I don’t need money anyway, so it’s better to buy a house nearby and go to school later.

After making up his mind, Qiao Ann walked into the house for sale. The yard was cleaned up. The architectural style of the two-story house reminded him of Mrs. Anderson's old house, which gave him a good impression.

"Is anyone home?" Joan knocked on the door.

After a long time, the door was opened, and a gray-haired old black man stood in front of the door holding a candlestick and looked out suspiciously.

"I'm here to come to see the house." Qiao An pointed to the notice posted on the window.

"Oh! Sir, please come in! The master is not at home, please take a look at it first, if you decide to buy, I will drive you to the master's office." The old black slave said respectfully.

Qiao An walked into the lobby on the first floor and saw a piano near the window, surrounded by a circle of sofas, and a wine cabinet against the wall. It was set up as a small salon, which was very similar to a family of southern squires in the New World.

Qiao An made two turns on the first floor, and then ascended to the second floor. He checked the living room, study and four bedrooms one by one, and the layout and furniture were all to his liking.

"Do you even sell the house with furniture?"

Qiao Ann turned around and asked the black housekeeper holding the silver candlestick.

"Yes, sir, including the complete set of furniture, piano and kitchen utensils, our master only offered 4,000 gold duga. I dare say that the entire Leiden city can't find a more cost-effective property!"

"As long as 4000 Kindujia?" Qiao An was a little surprised.

This house is much more stylish than Mrs. Anderson’s old house. The age of the house does not look too old. Coupled with gorgeous decoration and excellent location, even if the real estate price in Leiden City is cheaper than Midgard, it will not be enough. It's so cheap.

There must be something strange when something goes wrong. Qiao An turned to avoid the butler’s sight, blessed "Identify Lies", and then turned back to ask the butler: "The price is indeed very affordable, but I suspect there is something wrong with this house. Has there been a murder recently? Or are there any bad rumors of spirituality?"

"No! Absolutely not!" The old black man shook his head quickly.

"If there is no special reason, why is the price so cheap? I don't believe that your master is doing charity." Qiao An asked coldly.

The old black man looked away and pretended to say calmly: "Sir, it's actually like this... Well, our master has not been doing very well in business recently. He owed a lot of debts. The creditor was pressing hard, so he had to sell the house to repay the debt because he was anxious. Raising money, so the price is low, I want to get rid of it as soon as possible."

Qiao An shook his head slightly: "You are lying."

"No, no!"

The old black man wanted to defend himself. Qiao Ann waved his fingers and snapped his fingertips. A ball of magical light popped up from his fingertips, illuminating the opponent's astonished face.

"Are you... a mage?"

Qiao An nodded.

The old black man couldn't help taking two steps backwards and almost missed the candlestick.

He soon realized that it was unwise to lie in front of a mage, so he had to tell the truth.

"Master Master, my owner's name is Randolph, and he is a famous manor in Alfheim. This house was specially purchased by the owner for our two young masters so that they can go to school nearby."

"Just two months ago, somehow, the two young masters of our family were seriously ill and had to temporarily suspend school and take them back to the manor for recuperation."

"What's the disease?" Qiao An asked casually.

"The doctor said it was ‘rot fever’. The two young masters kept having a high fever. In severe cases, they would even be unconscious. They are said to be contagious, which might be fatal!" The old black man looked ugly.

Qiao An nodded.

Although "rot fever" is not as contagious as "smallpox" and "black death" and has such a high fatality rate, it is also a very dangerous kind of common diseases.

"After the young masters returned home, only a group of servants were left to guard the house. Soon afterwards, the servants also became inexplicably ill... the infection was also'rot fever'."

The old black man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with a mournful face: "After the master heard that, he quickly evacuated the sick servant, leaving me alone here. He also said that the house is too bad and decided to sell it as soon as possible. ."

"Unlucky" is a superstitious term, but Qiao An feels that this house is indeed not safe, and germs are likely to grow in dark corners. Living in such a place is very likely to be infected with "rot fever". No wonder old black slaves. With a depressed face, whoever is forced to stay in this ghost place full of germs will not be happy.

Qiao An has anti-viral physique, "rot fever" will not hinder him, a little cleaning can wipe out the remaining germs in the house, but he doesn't care much.

After a little thought, Qiao Ann said to the old black slave: "This will take me to find your master."

"Master Master, you...really want to buy this house?"

The old black slave looked over in surprise.

Qiao An nodded and answered calmly: "I'm not afraid of viruses or something."

A look of admiration immediately appeared in the old black slave's eyes, and he hurried out to set the carriage.

An hour later, with the purchase contract in his arms, Qiao An rode the Phantom Horse alone and returned to the new home he had just purchased in full.

After entering the house, Qiao Ann turned into a bee-man and flew up, blessing the "immortal flame" for the crystal chandelier on the first floor, and the hall became bright.