Chapter 489 Little Allen

Joan looked back in the direction of the footsteps, and saw a small figure flashing in from the kitchen door.

It was a boy who looked to be about ten years old, with freckles on both sides of the bridge of his nose, making his snickering expression even more lively and mischievous, trying to sneak into the kitchen on tiptoe.

Joan saw that the naughty boy was planning to play a prank, and was about to call out to remind Clark to be careful, but the boy winked at him, gestured, and begged him anxiously to keep quiet.

Joan hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and turned around, pretending not to see this "little rascal".

The little boy walked lightly, walked around behind Clark, who was sitting with his back to him, and tried to cover his eyes with his hands, but found that he couldn't reach it with his toes, so he had to move a chair, stand on the chair and stretch out A pair of small hands covered the eyes of the frost giant from behind, and deliberately pretended to ask in a rough voice.

"Guess who I am!"

"Haha~ I still need to guess? Alan, you little monkey, you are still so naughty after not seeing you for a year!"

Clark grabbed the boy with his backhand, picked him up, put him on his knee, and introduced to Joan: "This little guy is named Allen, he is only eleven years old this year, and he is the precious grandson of Father Gordon Davis. A little troublemaker who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth!"

"You're the troublemaker! You're the big troublemaker!"

Allen stuck out his tongue at Clark and made a grimace, then suddenly turned his head to look at Joan, looked at him curiously, and greeted him with the street style he learned from nowhere:

"Hey! Dude, are you friends with Clark too?"

"Stinky boy, how rude! Call Joan brother!"

The little boy always yearned for street gangsters unconsciously, thinking it was cool, but Clark didn't think so, put away his smile and warned him seriously, his street accent was detrimental to a gentleman's dignity.

Allen knew that this big friend was not as easy to fool as his tutor. If he was disobedient and took rebellion as his personality, Clark would really beat him.

The little boy flattened his mouth, reluctantly accepted Clark's criticism and education, bowed to Joan, and called "Brother" obediently.

"Good evening, Alan, you're welcome, I'm only two years older than you, just call me Joan."

"Only two years older than me? I really didn't see it..." Allen was surprised by Joan's mature and stable temperament, "You must be a good student, right?"

"I studied at Leiden College and my grades were decent."

"Really? Then I'll test you!" The little boy stared at Joan unconvinced, "Can you solve equations? Can you find the area of ​​a circle?"

Joan smiled and nodded.

If someone else used this kind of question to test him, he might suspect that the other party was either an idiot or insulting his IQ, but Alan was just a child, and perhaps in Alan's eyes, these questions were considered difficult.

"Then you are really good!" The little boy gave Joan a thumbs up sincerely, "Brother Joan, next summer I'm going to Port Leiden to take the preparatory exam, but I don't know if I can pass it!"

"What major are you applying for?" Clark asked Allen.

When Joan heard Clark's question, he knew that he didn't understand the school system of Leiden College, so he explained to him for Alan: "Alan is still young, and he will go to Leiden College to study for preparatory courses next year, and he will decide to apply for the exam after a year Which major, take the formal entrance examination."

"In my opinion, this little rascal is probably not a study material, and he may not pass the exam." Clark deliberately stimulated Alan.

"Your knowledge is not as good as mine, so you don't have the right to laugh at me!" Alan glared at Clark angrily, but soon became excited again, "Clark, where did the people who haven't seen you all year go?" How many championships have you won?"

Clark shook his head: "In the past year, I was very busy and didn't have time to participate in boxing matches."

"That's it..." The little boy was slightly disappointed, "I've mastered the boxing technique you taught me last year, can you teach me a few more moves?"

"Finished?"

Clark couldn't help laughing.

In order to avoid hurting the little boy's self-esteem, he barely suppressed his laughter, and told Allen solemnly: "You should still focus on your studies now, boxing or something, just treat it as gymnastics for exercising your body, there is no need to put too much energy into it. Besides, the tricks I taught you are enough."

"That's true. With just those few punches, those bad boys in the town can't beat me, and no one who is older than me dares to provoke me!" Alan puffed out his chest smugly, and then asked Clark: "You If you don't fight boxing matches, what are you busy with this whole year?"

"I went to Niflheim to visit old friends, and I also went to the Temple of Hull located at the North Pole." Clark told the truth.

"Have you seen the 'Styx Witch'?" Allen asked excitedly.

"I see." There was a trace of warmth in Clark's gray-blue eyes.

"Aren't those witches living in the North Pole very bad, who kidnap disobedient children and dig out their hearts and livers to eat raw?" Allen's face was a little nervous.

Joan also pricked up his ears, expecting Clark's reply.

He had heard similar horror legends when he was a child, but he didn't know if the Styx Witch was really as cold and cruel as the legends said.

"Witches are good and bad, just like giants and humans. As for catching disobedient children..." Clark sneered, "I hope this legend is true."

"Tch! It's boring! I knew it was all made up to scare children!" Allen jumped off Clark's lap, looking a little disappointed.

"Alan, now should be your tutoring time, sneak out to play, aren't you afraid of being taught by Father Gordon?"

"Hey! If you don't tell me, I almost forgot an important thing!" Allen slapped his forehead, and said to Clark and Joan with a little embarrassment: "Actually, Grandpa asked me to invite you to drink tea in his study. I was so busy chatting with you that I forgot about the business!"

"You forget things so much at such a young age, it's no wonder you can get admitted to Leiden Academy with your brain..."

"Don't hit me, okay, let's go!" Allen turned his head and ran out of the kitchen.

Clark got up and followed, and whispered to Joan next to him: "A year ago, when I was passing through the town of Howes and passing the Davis family's ranch, I saw a little boy practicing horsemanship. Bear, the horse got frightened, threw the boy on the grass, and ran off."

"I was worried that the grizzly bear would hurt the kid, so I went over and pushed the grizzly bear away and chased him back into the woods. That's how I got to know Alan, a little troublemaker, and was later invited back by his grandfather, Gordon Davis. Go home to treat me with delicious food and drinks, and completely treat me as my own family."