Mage Joan

"Auntie, you seem to have a bad impression of the foreigner named Idar?" Joan asked tentatively.

"I don't really have a good impression of him."

Aunt Barbara handed Joanne a basket full of bread, butter, ham, cheese and kitchenware, and said angrily:

"That Idar, I came to Delin more than half a month ago. I have seen more foreigners, but no one looks weirder than him."

"That guy has a yellow complexion like beeswax, bare feet, bare head, and no beard and eyebrows. It looks like a shelled egg. He looks about thirty years old and is still around in a hot day. A thick, airtight cloak, do you say this person is weird?"

"It's really weird. Does his cloak have mixed stripes of yellow and black-like stripes on a wasp's belly?" Joan asked.

"That's right! That's the cloak!" Aunt Barbara nodded decisively, and then said, "This man claims to be a'naturalist', but he doesn't look like a scholar in terms of his words and manners. I spent most of the time in the town in the golden trout tavern, and asked everyone about Beaver Village."

"The gods are on! Beaver Village was smashed into ruins by meteorites as early as last winter, and no one can survive, it is too miserable!"

Aunt Barbara put down the needlework, praying goddess of fortune to bless the safety of Delin Town, and never suffer the bad luck of Beaver Village.

"Auntie, why did Idar inquire about Beaver Village? What does this have to do with him?" Joan couldn't help asking.

"I don't know very well yet. I heard people say that the weirdo seems interested in destroying the meteorite in Beaver Village, and he spends a lot of money to collect meteorite fragments.

"But if someone really took the meteorite fragments and showed him, he always shook his head, and said that it was not what he wanted, because of this, the little rogues in the town who were idle and dreaming all day long were very annoyed. Ask what the meteorite fragment he wants is."

"Later, the man described it vividly and said, "It looks like a solid teardrop", "The texture is crystal clear"..."

"Which is like a meteorite fragment, it is clearly a gem, it is no wonder that he gave 3,000 gold Durga for a reward!"

"The foreigner, who has been in the tavern for several days, has never been able to get the stone he wanted. Later, he relaxed the reward standard. If anyone can provide clues about the mystery of the destruction of the **** village, he can also get it from him. Reward money to 10 gold coins."

When Aunt Barbara said this, she suddenly remembered something. She grabbed Joan's hand and looked at him nervously.

"If you didn't mention it, I almost forgot. This matter has something to do with you!"

"What does this have to do with me?" Jo An asked knowingly.

"What do you think, what good things can be mixed in the tavern all day? Not a lazy man, but a rogue! These gangs of evil spirits dare to say anything to get some money!"

"One of the drunks was probably drunk. He actually talked nonsense to the foreigner. The only survivor of Beaver Village was a little Assa girl named Kandy who was taken by you who happened to pass by Beaver Village last winter. Go back to Delin Town, live for a while and leave..."

"Joan, that nonsense drunk, didn't cause you trouble?"

Aunt Barbara asked worriedly.

Joan shook his head, barely pretending to be casual.

"Nothing, you went on to say, where did the foreigner named Idar go?"

"The man stayed in the town for less than a week, and it seemed that there was no gain, so he left in early August."

"During his stay in the town, he posted notices of rewards in various shops, and also left a correspondence address. Anyone who has news of the fall of the Beaver Village can write to him, promising a reward."

"Can he show me his correspondence address?"

"Well, just write it here."

Aunt Barbara took a note from the cupboard and handed it to Joanne.

"Red tomato tavern in Port Dock Leiden, handed over to Idar...

Joan remembered the address silently, keeping it in his heart, and foreseen that this address could be of great use in the future.

"If the weirdo just asked the news in the town, it would be fine, but then a weird thing happened, and it was really scary to say it!"

Aunt Barbara lowered her voice and looked secret.

"What a weird thing?" Joan asked curiously.

"On one night two weeks ago, the shoemaker Lao Bell from the shop next door returned from the tavern and saw a huge wasp flying across the night sky on the road!"

"The giant bee's two front paws are still holding a naked man. Old Bell rubbed his eyes and took a closer look-it was not the stranger named Idar!"

"Old Bell almost scared to urinate his pants and hurried home to tell his son and his wife about it. The next day his wife told me...this thing spread quickly throughout the town."

Joan nodded.

Since this news was learned by Aunt Barbara, it would be normal to spread it throughout the town in a day.

"At first, we didn't believe the old Bell's statement, thinking that he was drunk and talking nonsense, but it was strange, since that day, Idar has mysteriously disappeared, and no one in the town has seen him."

"What's even more strange is that soon afterwards, an insect pest broke out in the town, and some huge insects that had never been seen were drilled out of the farmland nearby."

"The autumn harvest is coming, and Mayor Dingdall and Mr. Flint quickly called up the militia to try to eliminate the crop-damaging monsters in the field as soon as possible."

"Strange bugs are not so easy to deal with. Many militia boys were injured in the battle. So far, they have not been able to completely kill the pests. Instead, the sawmills and forging factories of Dindale and Flint have also suffered from insects... …"

"Now, people in the town are beginning to suspect that the pest is related to the mysterious outlander-since he can manipulate the huge wasp, hum, he can also manipulate other monsters!"

Aunt Barbara said angrily.

It can also be understood that the pests occurred in the sawmill. How come there are strange insects in the forging factory?

Joan thought more and more that this matter might not be simple, and secretly decided to go to the forge and sawmill to investigate tomorrow.

Saying goodbye to Aunt Barbara, Joan returned to her new house with a basket full of food and daily necessities.

The night was dark, and Qiao An was lying in a new bed exuding wood fragrance for a long time, unable to sleep.

He couldn't talk about the old house that was out of repair, windy in winter, and rainy in summer, but it was not only his own house, but also the place where his parents lived.

Joan slept in the old house, occasionally feeling his parents' breath surrounding him, making him feel warm and comfortable.

As the house was burned down, the last traces of his parents’ life in this world were also erased. He lived in this brand new wooden house, sleeping in a strange bed, and never felt the warmth of his home again—— Even the unreal warmth woven out of memories and imagination.

Instead, what filled his mind was an unprecedented sense of sadness.

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