Mage Joan

Joan's cheeks were hot and he quickly shook his head to decline.

"Anyway, I have a lot of energy and go fast. I'm not tired when I'm carrying you on your back. You don't need to be polite with me." Clark said with a smile.

"It's really not necessary. I'll just go by myself."

To prove that he didn't need Clark's back, Joan speeded up and walked up to him.

Frost Giant was not reluctant, he laughed, got up and followed.

Seeing his hearty smile, Joan suddenly remembered Grey, the gray-bagged beast who followed Kandy to the Algonquin Valley.

Although Clark was far smarter than Gray and was more experienced in life, they all had a sincere and passionate temperament in their bones, which moved Joan uncontrollably and added a bit of affection to this rugged and brutal man.

Clark was familiar with the terrain of the House of Towns and took Joan across the street to a mansion located in the northeast corner of the town.

The house was surrounded by a circle of milky white fences, the door was hidden, and a cobblestone paved avenue was sandwiched by vegetable borders and flower gardens, leading straight to a stylish two-storey building, showing the owner Rich and tasteful.

Clark probed into the door and looked around, and found that no one was looking at the door nearby. He simply pushed open the door of the hospital and slammed into it. Finding Joan hesitating, he turned back and waved to him, urging him to follow.

Qiao An felt that it was not appropriate to break into other people's homes without permission. However, Clark couldn't urge him again and again to keep up.

The two walked down the avenue to the big house, and Clark shot the door bluntly. Joan frowned secretly.

"Come on, come on!"

The door opened, and an old woman with a short stature, a flowered apron and a white headscarf came out and nearly ran into Clark's big thick leg.

The old woman stepped back in surprise, groped a pair of reading glasses from the apron pocket on the bridge of her nose, raised her head, and narrowed her eyes to look at the frost giant who had almost blocked the whole door tightly. Surprise quickly turned into surprise.

"Yo! It turned out to be you stupid big man, no wonder knocking on the door so loudly, almost smashing the door!"

"Haha! Aunt Minna, I haven't seen you in a long time. Your old man looks pretty good." Clark bent down and embraced the old woman affectionately.

The old woman opened her mouth and kissed on Frost Giant's cheek. Afterwards, he counted him: "I haven't seen your shadow for a whole year, did I run and punch again?"

Clark shook his head again and again, like a child eager to speak in front of his parents.

"I haven't officially participated in the boxing competition for a long time. Aunt Minna, I just came back from Nilfheim. I was entrusted with some serious things to do. Now I still have time to fight."

"Okay, okay, your boss is not too young, you should settle down and find a proper job, Nilfheim... silly boy, what are you doing in that ghost place? You are not afraid of being frozen to death!"

"My good aunt, don't forget, I'm a frost giant! Although the polar regions are cold, I like them very much! Especially the aurora there is simply too beautiful to describe." Clark replied with a smile.

Joan listened to Clark chatting with Mrs. Minna, and was a little more curious about Clark.

The east coast of Wilnoya is divided into four regions from south to north.

The southernmost part is the Alfheim region, the central part is the Meadgard region, and further north is the Jordonheim colony, which belongs to the Fichen Kingdom, and further north, within the Arctic Circle, is what Clark just mentioned. Forgem".

Nievolheim is also known as the "Country of Fog." It is said to be the birthplace of the Stygian River. The territory is icy and snowy, the fog is heavy, the Warcraft is rampant, and the people are very rare. It is a veritable place for bitter cold.

Indigenous peoples of the New World, including the Asa and Giants, rarely set foot in the "Mist Country", and colonists from the old world would not go to the "white desert" where the climate is cold and the ice fields are everywhere.

It is said that since ancient times, only the Stygian witches who worship Hull, the goddess of the underworld, have been happy to settle in the Arctic Circle, and most of the witches are lonely and indifferent, and are very unfriendly to outsiders. Clark has ran to the kind of ghost who does not shit. Where to go?

Just when Joan secretly wondered, Clark turned back and introduced him to Mrs. Minna by wrapping his shoulders.

"This little brother is a friend I just met. The name is Joan Vida, Auntie. Get us some food. My stomach is hungry."

Mrs. Minna looked up and down at Joanne, and suddenly she laughed.

"Clark, you really can make friends. You stand with this Mr. Vader, and people look more beautiful and handsome."

"Standing with Brother Joan also makes me look taller and more powerful!" Clark added smugly.

Qiao An's face was so hot that he didn't know how to deal with such an occasion.

Mrs. Minna held his hand and smiled for him: "Come in, my children, the master is discussing an important matter with the lawyer. It is not convenient for me to entertain you for the time being. I will take you to the kitchen to fill up my stomach. ."

At this time it was completely dark, Davis had just eaten dinner, and there were only half a pot of tomato stew sirloin left in the kitchen.

Mrs. Minna filled the stew into a large pot, first picked out a bowl of meat from it and handed it to Joan, and left the rest of the pot to Clark.

Then he opened the cupboard again, took out the freshly baked rye bread, filled it with a basket, and handed it over with a large pot of hot coffee.

Joan is grateful. Clark bluntly ate his head and ate it. The snorting eating attracted Mrs. Minna to make a mockery, and urged Joan to eat quickly, so that Clark would not fill the stomach with his bottomless hole.

"You eat first. I'll go to the living room to see what needs to be served there, and tell him by the way that you are here. He must be very happy."

"Daddy Gordon is the most hospitable and hospitable person I have ever met. Is his old man in good health?"

"The body is okay, but the mood is bad." Mrs. Minna's face was sad.

Clark put down the bread and asked with concern: "What's wrong with Dad, is there anything unhappy?"

"It's not all the troublesome things on the ranch. I don't understand the business matters. Wait a minute and send away Mr. Lawyer. You can ask the old man yourself."

Clark looked at the back of Mrs. Minna's hurried departure. Two thick blue eyebrows were twisted together, as if she was thinking about something, and her appetite was obviously not as strong as before.

Joan chewed the stew and vaguely felt that the Davis family seemed to be in trouble. Although he was not a nosy person, he did not mind helping the host within his ability, as a return to the hospitality tonight.

While thinking, Joan heard the deliberately light footsteps coming from behind, and it seemed that someone was walking sneakily.

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