Mage Joan

When Joan returned to Leiden College, it was completely dark.

He rushed in before the cafeteria closed, filling his stomach indiscriminately. On the way back to the dormitory, I heard someone shouting his name. Looking back, it turned out to be Thomas Chap.

"Joan, you went out early in the morning these two days and came back after dark. What are you doing?"

"It's not just about doing odd jobs to make extra money."

"What work is so hard?" Thomas spoke with concern.

"Help others wipe out the pests in the manor." Joan opened his arms and gestured. "Large and fierce, such as the earthworm."

"Oh! This sounds interesting. Tell me in detail." Thomas asked excitedly.

Joan had no choice but to tell the story of the deworming at Castis Manor today.

"Thomas, I heard that monsters similar to earthworms have appeared in many farmlands and pastures around Leiden City recently. Is your plantation okay?"

"Nothing is strange!"

Thomas smiled bitterly.

"I took the time to go home this weekend. When I got home, I found that my grandpa, dad, and uncles were not there. Only the women were at home. They complained to me that there was an insect pest in the field recently, and they ate all the wheat fields. Even the lumber yard is not very flat, and the good logs are gnawed to pieces, so they can only be used as firewood..."

"In order to deal with these awful worms, my grandfather led the men and slaves in the family to carry out shotguns and crossbows to patrol the field woods, hunting monsters day and night, and I don't know when to kill the pests." Thomas looked depressed.

"Eating wheat seedlings and wood..." Joan frowned, "Thomas, wheat seedlings and wood are not the food that the earthworms like."

If the records on the monster book are credible, earthworms prefer to attack humans and animals, and fresh blood is their favorite meal.

"I didn't say it was a worm!" Thomas defended his grievance.

"Then you talk about what kind of pest is disturbing your plantation."

"You're thinking about it. In fact, I hurried back to the college today, just to go to the library to find the materials of the monsters."

Thomas got excited again, hugged Joan's shoulder, and talked about the information he had collected today.

"According to the analysis and comparison, I found that there are mainly two kinds of pests that damage crops and trees!"

"The first one is called "Giant stag beetle", also known as "big stag beetle". It likes to nibble on the soft inner core of trees. It is as big as a horse, with a protruding upper jaw shaped like a hard antlers, sharp like a spear The strange power of this giant insect can smash the roof of the whole house when it hits with full force!"

"There is also a kind of pest, which is smaller than the big stag beetle. It is similar to the common beetle. It is almost as big as a wolf dog. Its head is dark red, and the body covering the carapace is brown-black. A more vivid name is called'Farting Giant Beetle'."

"Fart beetle... this name is really weird."

Joan stopped at the stairs of the second floor of the dormitory, barely holding back the laughter.

"I was also impressed by the illustration of the farting giant beetle when I checked materials of similar monsters in the library yesterday."

"It is said that this monster has a cystic gland at the end of its abdomen, which can produce a special highly toxic liquid. When it is in danger, it will eject the venom from the tail and make a loud blasting sound. It’s like a fart."

"The venom that the fart beetle sprays outside the body will undergo a complex alchemy reaction upon contact with air, instantaneously vaporize, and release an extremely high temperature."

"If the enemy of the farting giant beetle is splashed by this liquid, it will suffer the double damage caused by toxins and high temperature, even if it does not die, it will have to peel off the skin."

"Exactly!" Thomas patted Joan on the shoulder. "Okay, let's not talk about these disgusting Bala monsters. Sit down in my house. How about a cup of tea?"

"Okay, I just want to ask you something."

Joan followed Thomas into the living room on the second floor.

Soon after sitting down, Thomas’s maid Bobby brought a large tray, and he swiftly put hot first-class black tea, sugar bowl, milk jug on the coffee table, and a large plate of tea snacks-freshly baked , Waffles baked until golden and crispy and drizzled with a tablespoon of maple syrup.

Joan ate a waffle with black tea and couldn't help but admire: "Bobby's craft is really good."

"Of course, otherwise I won't bring Bobby to school."

Thomas tilted his legs and proudly praised the close-fitting male servant.

"Edward had intended to exchange Bobby with his gray horse with the blood of the champion of the autumn horse racing. If the exchange target is another servant, this is indeed a good business, but for my Bobby, that will not work!"

Thomas shook his finger, a slight pride appeared in his expression.

When Bobby heard the master's words, he was almost moved to tears on the spot.

The same words fell in Joan's ears, but they felt a little unpleasant.

In this year and year, the manor owners of the New World still used the system of "slaves" and even "slaves" inherited from their home countries. Not only can slaves be used for trading, they can even be regarded as a currency by wealthy old men like gold and silver.

Edward's proposal to exchange Thomas's well-behaved and well-served male servants for horses with good pedigrees is a common transaction in high society. It does not violate the law, nor does it violate the traditional ethics of the agricultural society in the Southern New South, including Bobby himself as a transaction No one will be surprised.

However, Joanne still felt that something was wrong.

Perhaps it was because he was born and raised in a rural town with simple folk customs and less strict barriers in all social classes. Perhaps it was because he read too many miscellaneous books, many of which were masterpieces from the enlightenment thinkers of the old continent. The concept of equality feels that people should not be forced into different classes because of their different backgrounds, nor should they be traded at will by others as cattle and horses against their own will.

Of course, these ideas are not clear, and Joan does not intend to have an in-depth discussion with Master Thomas on the question of "whether human beings are born free".

In order to get rid of the haze in his heart, he took the initiative to change the subject and asked Thomas Vassar's family situation.

"George Vasa you said, was that Vasa major suspended for violating the military order?"

Thomas shrugged sympathetically.

"Actually, you should ask Edward. His father, General Charles Gates, is the head boss of Major Vassar. Major Vassar was suspended because he angered General Gates."

Joan shook his head and whispered, "I don't want to talk to Edward about these things, lest he be embarrassed, and I'm embarrassed."

"Well, I will tell you what I know."

Thomas tilted Erlang's legs and opened the conversation box.

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