Chapter 2092 Cracks

"Duo'er... Thank you for your understanding." Qiao An couldn't help being moved.

"Dr. Vader, can we make an agreement?"

"What agreement?"

"If one day in the future, the master does not want me, and you have not found a way out, please allow me to accompany you, at least someone will take care of you, even if you are in the same boat, at least you can keep each other warm; on the contrary, if you have grown up at that time I am strong enough, no longer confused, I can leave with confidence!"

Duo'er smiled slightly.

Her smile was extremely beautiful and dazzling, but Joan tasted a trace of sadness from it, like the last flash of a star before it died.

"Duo'er, I don't quite understand your intention."

"It's a good thing if you never understand." Duo'er opened the door with a smile, "It's time to say goodbye, Dr. Vader, I wish you good night."

Qiao An left the tutor's laboratory and returned home, still thinking about the implication of Duo'er's words, but she couldn't understand it.

Suddenly, he remembered the hint from his mentor.

Joan didn't remember talking about his strange blood in front of Professor Moriarty, let alone revealing the deformed eyeball behind his neck. However, judging from what the instructor said, he seemed to have understood his secret.

Thinking about it carefully, this is not surprising.

Professor Moriarty is not the sloppy character of Master Rawls. The phrase "you can't rub sand in your eyes" could not be more appropriate for him-after all, this is a 24-hour constant "true knowledge" art" man.

Now that the instructor already knew about his strange bloodline, Joan naturally had a concern.

Professor Moriarty has a good friendship with Dinin, the patriarch of the "Brotherhood of Our Lady" in Castle Donning. Ms. Betty, Dinin's deputy, is the professor's mistress. The secret was leaked to the Fraternity of Our Lady.

That being the case, should we be more on guard against Professor Moriarty in the future, so as not to be betrayed by him?

As soon as the idea of ​​"betrayal" came to mind, Joan felt ashamed and blamed himself.

Over the years, his mentor has taken care of him in every possible way, no less than his biological parents. It is really heartless for him to have the idea of ​​guarding against his mentor!

However, it is difficult to establish mutual trust between people, and it only takes a moment to destroy trust. No matter how much Joan blames himself, he can't deceive himself.

In fact, from the moment he realized that his mentor had seen through his secret, there was an undisguised rift between the teacher and the student.

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The next morning, Joan got up on time, and when she went downstairs, she saw Mrs. Anderson cleaning the living room with a rare beam of joy on her face.

Ever since the death of Captain Anderson, the old woman had been frowning all day long, and often hid alone in the kitchen, holding her son's portrait and weeping silently. Today was the first time that Joan saw a smile on her face , can not help but be surprised.

"Good morning, Dr. Vader, breakfast is ready, and I'll bring it to you right away."

Joan thanked her, and couldn't help but ask Mrs. Anderson: "Is there anything happy for you today?"

"Oh! Even you see it?"

Mrs. Anderson ran excitedly to the table and picked up the newspaper that smelled of ink.

"This is the morning newspaper just delivered by the newsboy. I asked him about what's new today. The boy told me that the headlines published the major results of the army's suppression of the indigenous riots in the Vymur Valley. He also said that the bandit leader Logan Volsunger was surrounded by officers and soldiers on the shore of Lake Aosta three days ago, and committed suicide in fear of crime!"

"Dr. Vida, my poor Bob, wasn't he killed by a local horse bandit when he was on duty in the Vimul Valley? The neighbors said that the guy named Logan was the leader of the horse bandit. Now it's all right, this one The devil has been punished, and my family Bob has avenged his revenge. Knowing this great news, do you think I can be unhappy?!"

Qiao An looked at the beaming old woman, and couldn't tell what it was like...

Mrs. Anderson saw that he was silent and there was no smile on his face, so she couldn't help worrying about gains and losses. She opened the newspaper and looked at it, muttering to herself hesitantly: "Is what that newspaper boy is telling the truth? Could it be Make fun of me, let me be happy for nothing, right?"

After hesitating for a while, the old woman handed the newspaper to Joan, and begged: "Dr. Vida, you know that I don't know how to read big characters, and I can't understand what is written in the newspaper. Read that news to me, to cheer me up."

Joan took the newspaper, and found that the headline on the front page published the war report issued by the military. The whole article was a vicious attack on the Asa people, slander and ugliness of Uncle Logan, but the root of this conflict—— Blankets tainted with smallpox, and the massacre in Riverdale—not a word.

Joan just browsed briefly, and was deeply angered by the distorted reports in the newspaper.

Mrs. Anderson was still waiting for him to read the paper, and he couldn't speak—every word made him sicker than swallowing a cockroach raw.

Fortunately, there was a knock on the door at this time, and Mrs. Anderson ran to open the door. Joan was finally relieved, rolled up the newspaper in his hand, and threw it away.

"Joan, good morning!" Holden walked in and greeted with a smile.

"You came to me so early, what happened?" Joan asked.

Mr. Poet sat down on the sofa and said angrily, "Have you read this morning's paper? There is a report about Mr. Logan, which is full of lies. It almost pissed me off!"

Joan glanced at Mrs. Anderson, and whispered to Holden, "Go upstairs and talk."

Holden nodded knowingly, followed him up to the second floor, and sat down in the living room.

"I just read the report you mentioned. It is completely distorting the facts and putting all the blame on the Asa people, as if this conflict was provoked by the other party. Either the person who wrote this article is not at all. Know the truth, or open your eyes and tell nonsense, shameless!"

"We can't allow villains to spread rumors and slander Mr. Logan and his people!" Holden said angrily.

Joan admired his sense of justice, "But what can we do?"

"Look at this!" Holden smiled mysteriously, and took out a stack of manuscript paper from his coat pocket, "I was so angry after reading today's morning paper, I spent half an hour at the dining table writing an article to clarify this. Let’s take a look at the ins and outs of this indigenous riot.”

"OK."

Joan took the manuscript and read it carefully from the beginning.

Holden deserves to be a top student of both the Arts Academy and the Law School, with vigorous writing, clear logic, and rigorous argumentation. In a short article of a thousand words, he truthfully exposed the truth about the outbreak of smallpox in the Vimere Valley and the tragedy in River Valley Town, and condemned the conspiracy. The planner warned the public not to be used by careerists to cause the tragedy of genocide.