Chapter 1685 Engage in some Academics (Ⅰ)

The day after the "Battle on the Evening Plains", Sir Custis and Prince Sigmont privately revealed their predictions for the future battle to Joan.

The two old men with the most glorious careers in the Old World and New Continental Army agreed that after this defeat, Master Fei’s vitality would be severely damaged, and the anti-war voices in the country would inevitably rise. accepted way to end this war.

Since seeking peace will become the consensus of both parties, at least in the foreseeable future, it is unlikely to use weapons again. Joan felt that there was no need for him to stay on the front line, so he submitted an application for retirement to the headquarters.

It was not until September 20 that Joann's application was approved.

On the eve of his retirement, at the suggestion of Prince Sigmund, the headquarters specially held a farewell party for him.

Except for Baron Laval who was still chasing Fizen's defeated troops in the south of the Iron Forest at this time, the senior generals in the troops, including Prince Sigmont, Sir Custis, Colonel Vasa, and the Logan family, all attended that night The banquet gave Joan enough face, but at the same time took his feelings into consideration, and did not make the scale of the banquet too large, lest the introverted young mage feel restrained in front of strangers, which moved him very much.

The next morning, Joan flew directly back to Midgard City from the front line. At this time, neither the Empire nor Feizhen has publicly disclosed their intentions for the truce negotiations. The shadow of war still hangs over Midgard, and the atmosphere in the city is tense.

After the war broke out, Hailar received a letter from his adoptive father and had to go back to Freeport to avoid the war. Soon thereafter, Audrey and Holden were also summoned by the royal family of Canaan and forced to go home.

To this day, the prospect of the war is still unclear, and Hailaer and the Zion siblings will not be able to return to school in a short time. Joan lives alone in the apartment, and seeing the closed door next door may be touched by the scene, a rare feeling. A trace of loneliness.

He returned to his bedroom, sat at the desk, and remembered that he had received a letter from a friend not long ago. At that time, the front line was busy with military affairs, and he didn't bother to reply seriously. He wrote a long letter, describing what happened after the farewell, the beginning and end of the battle on the Twilight Plain, and his prediction of the prospect of the war.

After writing the letter, Joan picked up the stack of manuscripts on the desk and read it carefully.

During his service on the front line, Joan did not waste his studies, and used his spare time to complete a thesis on the topic of "Self-organized clusters and multi-headed spellcasting".

Now that the draft of this thesis has been completed, Joan decided to go to the school to find Professor Moriarty, and ask the tutor to review it. If there are no problems, he will send it to the editorial department of "Ofa Newsletter".

Joan put away the manuscript and walked to the Midgard University campus across the street.

Perhaps due to the impact of the war, even though it is the beginning of the new school year, the campus is extremely deserted. It is said that the number of new students enrolled this year has hit a new low in ten years. With more than 20 majors added up, the total number of new students is less than 1,000. It is indeed a bit ugly.

The strange thing is that the number of new students enrolled in the Austrian Law School has not changed significantly compared with previous years. Perhaps this is the so-called "artistic people are bold", but anyone who has learned two superficial spells feels that he is not an ordinary person. Studying in a city under threat is not a big problem, anyway, you can cast spells and run away at any time.

When Joan came to Moriarty's laboratory, it was no surprise that there was no tutor. After asking Duoer, he learned that Professor Moriarty came to work today, which is rare, and he is currently working with Dean Franklin. Nine times out of ten, the office is under training.

Not long after Joan waited in the laboratory, Professor Moriarty came back in disgrace.

Duo'er guessed correctly, Mr. Professor was severely taught by the old dean.

Joan had never seen the professor so listless, and recalled the complaint that Dean Franklin made in front of him not long ago, and guessed that Professor Moriarty might not be so easy to get away with it this time, so he hurriedly told the instructor With a cup of tea, I carefully inquired about what happened.

Professor Moriarty grabbed the teacup, poured the black tea down his throat in one gulp, sighed long, and complained indignantly.

"Joan, it's really hard for an outstanding man like us to live in a world full of mediocre people!"

Joan scratched his head. He didn't understand what the mentor meant, and he didn't think it was difficult to live. He simply asked directly, "Teacher, what did Dean Franklin say to you?"

"Huh! Isn't it just a cliché, saying that someone reported me for not doing business properly, engaging in financial speculation, and not worthy of being a teacher!"

"Old man Franklin also showed me the report letter, warning me to strengthen my business so as not to be gossiped again."

Professor Moriarty said angrily.

"Report..." Joan was taken aback, "Is it an anonymous letter?"

Professor Moriarty nodded his head heavily, his face looking particularly gloomy.

"Not only is it an anonymous letter, but the words on the letter are all cut out from newspapers, and the characteristics of the handwriting cannot be seen. I tried to cast a spell to track down the origin of the sender, but it was a pity that old man Franklin hid the anonymous letter in a blink of an eye."

"Joan, think about it, who would be too full to report me? This must be done by a colleague!" Professor Moriarty slapped the table angrily.

"You mean, the anonymous letter was written by a certain professor in our college?" Joan found it inconceivable, "It shouldn't happen, right?"

"Why not?" Professor Moriarty said with a sneer, "Joan, you are still young, and you don't understand how scary people's hearts are. It's not normal for someone as good as me not to be hated by others."

"Let's not talk about whether the whistleblower is really jealous, at least the issues he listed in the letter don't seem to be rumors..." Qiao An couldn't help complaining.

"Huh? Why does your tone of voice sound exactly like that of old man Franklin?" Professor Moriarty glared over angrily.

"Because that's the truth..."

Qiao An resisted the words that came out of his mouth. It was always difficult for him to make a choice on the issue of helping a manager or helping a relative.

"Old man Franklin tried to beat me with that villain's anonymous letter, so I didn't take that trick, and told the old man directly that I have nothing to reflect on. The despicable villain slandered me as unworthy of being a teacher. Hmph, it's ridiculous! There are so many professors in the school, who has better students than mine? No? No one can play! I have excellent teaching achievements and a clear conscience. What do I have to reflect on! Joan, do you think this is the truth? "