Chapter 1255 A Special Invitation

"Mr. Vader, you are the most talented of all the young people who have emerged in the arcane academic circle in recent years."

"The 'Rising Star Award' is just a small achievement. I hope you will not be satisfied with it. We all look forward to your further progress in scientific research. Soon, new works will be published on "Aofa Communications"!"

New work?

"Ofa Communication"?

Joan suddenly felt a lot of pressure!

With his current academic level, it is relatively stable to publish "Journal of Austrian Law", but it is a bit difficult to ask him to produce a paper of higher level, which is heavy enough to be published in "Analyte of Austrian Law".

At least the few projects he is currently preparing are not up to that level. In order not to disappoint the teacher who has painstakingly cultivated him, he has to rack his brains and try to hold back a "big move".

After the interview, Joan followed the teacher's instructions in advance and invited Mr. Tennyson and Mr. Dean to have lunch at the Tuileries Restaurant a little awkwardly to express his gratitude.

The two old men looked at each other and smiled, and they could see that Joan was trying to imitate the social behavior of adults in a young and immature way.

"Joan, I know you hate social gatherings the most. You would never have come up with the idea of ​​inviting us to dinner. Did your tutor teach you to say that?" Dean Franklin deliberately put on a straight face, pretending Look majestic.

Joan was terrified by the old dean, and quickly turned to look at the mentor for help.

Professor Moriarty coughed twice, and touched his nose in embarrassment.

"Since the two old gentlemen don't give face, forget it, Joan, let's go to the restaurant by ourselves, have a good meal, and celebrate!"

"Wait!" The old man Franklin glared at the most talented and unrestrained professor in the college, "Who said we didn't give face? I just don't want to embarrass Joan, and I don't want to force him to act like I don't like it at all." character of."

Dean Franklin turned to look at Joan, his face became gentle.

"Son, do you still remember the request you made on the day you received the award? You said that you didn't want to attend the award ceremony, and you didn't want to accept the five prestigious school tours arranged by the school for you. After some dredging, Mr. Principal and the school board of directors respected you I will not force you to show your face and engage in these meaningless social activities, wasting your mind and time, and if you have the energy to participate in social entertainment, I would rather you write an extra paper."

Qiao An nodded again and again, Mr. Dean's words were too appetizing to him, and they completely touched his heart.

"Drinking and socializing with the old guys is definitely not to your liking. If you don't like it, forget it." Mr. Dean patted the young mage on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Go, my good boy, do what you want Let's go."

"Then... well, Mr. Dean, Mr. Tennyson, I will excuse you first." Joan bowed deeply to the two old people, and left the office gratefully.

As soon as Joan left, Dean Franklin looked at Professor Moriarty with a smile.

"Trophim, do you want to arrange for me and Alva to have dinner at the Tuileries Hotel at noon?"

"That's what I planned. Since Joan isn't going to attend, there's no need to invite him for this meal, right?"

Professor Moriarty rubbed his hands, and was about to propose to cancel the reserved seat at the hotel, but was interrupted by Dean Franklin.

"The most luxurious hotel in Midgard, the grade is high enough! Trophim, I will give you your face. It's rare for you to bleed once. Alva and I should drink a few more bottles of famous wine."

"What an embarrassment." The old man Tennyson was hypocritically polite.

"Don't be alienated from Trofim, this bastard has recently started to go out of business again, running to the stock exchange all day long, Trofim is a person who is not profitable, and he is so keen on securities speculation, presumably to earn money It’s a lot, we don’t need to help him save money.”

The old man Franklin said angrily.

Professor Moriarty saw that these two old guys wanted to kill him severely, and it was an iron-clad fact that he used his working hours to engage in securities speculation.

...

As soon as Joan walked out of the gate of the dean's office, he received a "message technique" from Hailaer, asking him if the interview was going well.

After Joan replied, she walked out of the teaching building and saw Hailar and Zion waiting for her outside the door.

"Joan, Mr. Reporter didn't give you any problems, right?" Audrey asked with concern.

Joan shook her head and told her everything was going well.

"That's good. Let me tell you good news. Sister Cai Mi invited us to dinner at noon." Holden said with a smile.

"It's not me who invites you to dinner, it's me representing a big man who invites the three of you to the luncheon."

Hailaer corrected solemnly.

It was rare for Joan to see her so serious, so he casually asked who was the treat.

"It's inconvenient to disclose for the time being. Anyway, he is a big shot and has important matters to discuss with us."

Hailar's mysterious attitude aroused Joan's curiosity, so he followed three friends out of the school.

A carriage was already waiting at the door, and Joan noticed the eight-section golden snake emblem painted on the carriage, so he exchanged glances with the Zion siblings tacitly, and they all guessed the big man who invited them to be a guest, probably It is the high level of the "Sons of Liberty Association".

Inviting guests to dinner is just an excuse. The real intention of the other party is, nine out of ten, to ask them about the situation of the "extra large magic crystal vein".

The four young men got into the carriage. Joan was still thinking about the magic crystal mine. On the one hand, he was worried about his safety, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but wonder how much dividends he would get in the end. He was full of thoughts and kept silent along the way.

Hailaer and the Zion siblings also had their own concerns, and there was no conversational nature, and the atmosphere in the carriage seemed a bit depressing.

The coachman urged his horse out of the city gate and galloped west along the avenue. About half an hour later, the carriage turned into a country road. Yellow wheat and tall corn stalks grew on the side of the road, which looked like a farm.

After another half an hour, the carriage stopped outside the gate of a manor.

Joan got out of the car, looked around, and found that it was surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery was pleasant and quiet. It was a good place to cool off in summer, and it must be a vacation villa of some rich or powerful person.

Hailar was familiar with the environment of this country manor, and after getting off the car, he led Joan, Audrey, and Holden forward.

On the way, I met some men and women dressed as servants. They all stood by the side of the road and bowed to them, but no one asked about their origins, which seemed to be well-trained.

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