Mage Joan

In the summer afternoon, the sultry weather is drowsy. Even the fish in the pond of the manor are too much to eat. The clusters hide under the large lotus leaves like parasols to enjoy the cool. Only the sycamore trees on the poolside are still there. Full of vitality, endless noise.

The young mage sits in the shade of the trees by the pool, occasionally a gust of wind blows, ripples in the pond, and the fine light spots scattered on the pages of the book through the dense branches and leaves.

Qiao An retracted his gaze, rubbed his sore eyes, and looked up at the three-story house with blue roof and white walls opposite the garden.

This morning, he accompanied the Vassars and Rebecca to this manor on the outskirts of Midgard, and visited Sir Dantledge Castis, who was recuperating in the manor.

After returning to Midgard after a year, the plants and trees in the Hermitage Manor are no different from what Qiao An remembered. The only change may be the owner of the manor.

Joan remembers that when he was a guest last fall, Sir Castis could still walk in the courtyard with a cane, but now he is so weak that he can’t even stand up, and he can only lie on the sickbed and leave most of the day. You can't sleep well with cough medicine, and occasionally want to breathe out, you can only rely on the care of the wheelchair and the housekeeper Heimdall.

After 18 years of parting, Martha and Rebecca finally saw their father again. Joan could imagine that when Sister Castis first saw the dying old man in a wheelchair, she would be shocked and even puzzled despite her mental preparation.

An aristocratic military officer who was only 50 years old, the energetic war hero in their minds, should not be so old and weak.

Not long ago, Qiao An was still in the living room of the big house and noticed the complex atmosphere of excitement, bitterness and embarrassment when the father and daughter met.

Fortunately, his thoughts were not in vain. Sister Castis held her father's hand and wept silently from the beginning, and then she barely calmed down, and whispered to her father the changes in her hometown over the years, especially before her mother died. He exhorted the sisters to try to find their father. After many years, they finally fulfilled their mother's last wish and reunited with their father.

Joan could see that Sir Castis’s feelings for his daughters were very complicated. Apart from family affection, it was more guilt.

As a father, he is obviously incompetent. He has no excuse to defend himself, and he is ready to be severely condemned by his daughters.

Qiao An had long guessed that the gentle and tolerant Martha would not complain to her father face to face, but before he came he was worried that Rebecca, who had a tougher character, could not help but accuse Sir Alex Ferguson of abandoning his wife and daughter, cold-blooded and ruthless.

Unexpectedly, however, Rebecca did not really denounce her father as she repeatedly claimed, and "spit out evil" for her depressed mother. Perhaps the moment when the father and daughter reunited, the blood relationship overwhelmed the resentment, or it might be Rebecca's opinion. When his father was very sick and pitiful, he couldn't bear to be too harsh on him.

The father and daughter, plus Colonel Joan and Vassar, talked for two hours.

During this period, Qiao An always felt a little uncomfortable.

Colonel Vassar is Sir Alex Ferguson's son-in-law. He is a member of the Castis family. He is not relatives. What is it like to stay here?

Of course he did not dare to say these words face to face, not to mention that Sir Alex Ferguson had always cultivated him as his own son. Vassar, Martha and Rebecca also regarded him as his family. Qiao Anwei shouldn't have seen him.

After chatting for a while, Heimdall waited for Sir Alex to take the medicine and asked him if he would like to take a nap.

It's a rare reunion with relatives. Sir Castis is in a good mood and looks more energetic than usual. He shook his head and said that he did not need to rest, and there was still business to talk about.

"Martha, George, Rebecca, thank you for coming all the way to visit me."

His eyes fell on the faces of his daughter and son-in-law, and Sir Castis's expression was particularly serious.

"My time is running out. I have some words to tell you directly. This time I invite you to meet, mainly to explain the will."

"Father..." Martha couldn't help but her eyes were red, trying to comfort her father to cheer up and recuperate, not to think about the unlucky things.

Sir Castis saw the eldest daughter's mind, held Martha's hand, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"What is the condition of my body and how long I can live, I know in my heart that life is mortal, and sooner or later I have to face the final destination calmly. Moreover, for me, this is also a bad old man who has endured most of my life. It's not a bad thing."

"Children, I am very pleased to see that you are all inspired by our lord to become loyal followers of the Queen of Causality. George is the paladin of our lord, and Martha and Rebecca are priests, which is good."

Qiao An scratched his head, thinking that your family are all priests of Di Moss, and even Master Heimdall is also a follower of the Queen of Cause and Effect...I wonder if you have discovered that there is a personal style that is wrong here?

Sir Castis seemed unaware of his embarrassment, and continued to tell his daughter and son-in-law: "Over the years, I have been shouldering the mission of a'voter', but my weakened body has become increasingly unable to bear this important task. "

"Last spring, my lord gave a revelation and asked me to choose a successor for the rest of my life to succeed me as the new candidate of the Queen of Cause and Effect."

"There are three eligible candidates, including George and Rebecca, and one is the Crown Princess of the Kingdom of Canaan, Her Royal Highness Maria Zion."

"Last summer, Prince Canaan and his wife came to Midgard for an inspection. During the time, His Royal Highness Mary responded to the enlightenment and visited me with Prince Colofa. I told them about the selection of voters."

A violent cough interrupted Sir Alex's narration, and Heimdall walked to the bed before everyone could react, patted Sir Alex's back, and injected a breath of energy to help him straighten out his breathing.

"Lord, has His Royal Highness Mary passed your selection?"

Joan knew that both Colonel Vassar and Sister Castis wanted to ask this question, but he was embarrassed to speak up, and he, an outsider, might as well ask it for them.

"Becoming a voter of our lord, of course, can gain powerful strength and supreme honor, but at the same time, it must pay an equal price..."

Sir Castis had a hard time saying every word, hissing like a bellows came from his chest, and it took a long time for his breathing to return to steady.

"The price is very heavy, plus some political scruples. After careful consideration, Colofa and Maria finally gave up their candidacy."

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