Chapter 1705 Petition

"If I am not a descendant of colonists, but a native aborigine, that would be fine. At least my compatriots and I have not done anything wrong."

"The colonists came to the New World, used us, betrayed us, deceived us, and later made a joke of our wishful goodwill, and took our simplicity and honesty as stupidity, and rubbed salt in our wounds. Shouldn't the beast be killed?"

"If I am an Asa, why not follow the example of 'Green King' Orphen, and take killing all treacherous colonists as my lifelong ambition, Sir, you know, if I want, I can do it!"

The more Joan spoke, the more excited she became, her voice couldn't help trembling.

"After all, I'm an arcane genius, right? Even if I can't do it now, in ten years, twenty years, thirty years, when I become a legendary spellcaster, I can slaughter thousands of magic spells with a wave of my hand." The day the colonists will put my name among all the Scourges they know."

"You can't do that, my boy." Ser Custis took Joann's hand.

"Yeah, I can't treat my compatriots like that..."

Joan shook his head bitterly, whether to help relatives or assistants, this is a problem that has been tormenting him recently.

"Son, I know how you feel. Thinking about our identity, whether it's our species identity as a human being, or our national and political identity as a person of a certain country, sometimes makes us feel embarrassed, even shameful, but what does this prove?"

"Nothing can be proved! My child, please believe that there are also many good people among our colonists, but most of them are silent and have no chance to stand up and say a fair word."

"But you are different, Joan. Now you have such a good opportunity to meet the imperial dignitaries and even His Royal Highness in person. Those aborigines who have been insulted and damaged, the silent majority, they have no channel to express their hearts, you You can convey it to those in power for them!"

Sir Custis picked up the petition written by Logan Walsunger on behalf of the aborigines, and solemnly held it in front of the young mage.

"Son, the Asa people want the imperial authorities to recognize the agreement they signed with Governor Nichols. I think this is a reasonable request. The question now is whether you are willing to take the opportunity of attending the award ceremony to submit this petition Please, His Royal Highness, would you like to be a colonist different from those you hate?"

Joan took a deep breath, took the petition with both hands, and said helplessly, "My lord, I will accept this hard work, but there is one condition."

"If you have any conditions, just say it, as long as I can do it, I will never refuse!"

"Could you please write an acceptance speech for me?"

Sir Custis didn't expect him to make such a nonsensical request, he was stunned for a moment, met Joan's pitiful eyes, and couldn't help laughing.

"No problem, my Master Mage, I will be your secretary for a day, and I promise to write an acceptance speech that satisfies you."

...

Joan originally wanted to have dinner with Sir Custis before going back to school, but before he had eaten a few bites, the "SMS" received more than a dozen messages, including relatives and friends such as Hailar and Zion, and others A classmate with a good relationship sent him congratulatory letters one after another.

Professor Moriarty and Dean Franklin also wrote to urge him to go back to school as soon as possible. There are many important things waiting for him to go back and discuss.

He kept sending and receiving "SMS" at the dining table. Ser Custis was upset and asked Heimdall to remove his plate.

"Eh? I haven't finished eating yet..."

"I don't have your meal today! Brat, are you pretending to be busy? I don't dare to waste your precious time, get out of here!"

The lord pretended to be angry, picked up his crutches, and made a gesture to hit Joan.

"Don't be angry... Wow! Are you really fighting?! Well then, I will find time to visit your old man in the future."

Joan got a cane on his butt, and before he ran away, he didn't forget to take the acceptance speech that the Sir had drafted for him, and took some time to memorize it when he went back, and used it to pass the test when he attended the awards ceremony.

As soon as he arrived at the school gate, Joan was caught by Professor Moriarty who came to arrest him under the order of Mr. Dean.

"Joan, you are amazing now, there are at least five newspapers waiting to interview you."

"Teacher, can you accept the interview for me?" Qiao An begged with a bitter face.

"Stop doing this!" Professor Moriarty gave him an annoyed look, "Other visits can be turned down, but those from the Arcane Society cannot. After all, Old Man Tennyson treats you well, and you can't because of his face." No."

"Of course." Joan has always been grateful for the kindness of editor-in-chief Tennyson.

"Old man Tennyson specially sent it over this morning to find me and old man Franklin to discuss publishing a collection of papers for you."

"Proceedings?" Joan was a little dazed, "Publishing my thesis... would anyone really pay for such a boring thing? It's okay if I just print a hundred or two hundred copies, but at worst I'll buy them all myself , how embarrassing it would be if too many copies were printed and a few copies could not be sold!"

"You don't need to worry about it!" Professor Moriarty laughed at him, "If you can't even sell the thesis collections of the double winners of the 'Rising Star Award' and 'Ebdon Award', who else is there? Can it be sold? You don’t have to worry about sales, just the arcane majors and libraries of major colleges and universities can digest at least six or seven hundred copies, and you can’t lose even if you print a thousand copies.”

"Oh, that's good..." Joan nodded in embarrassment, then suddenly said, "By the way, I also won the 'Franklin Award', why didn't you mention it? Don't look down on this award!"

Professor Moriarty laughed twice, and changed the subject abruptly: "Old man Franklin is worried that you will be awkward again, so he assigned me a difficult task to persuade you to attend the award ceremony."

"Don't worry about it, I will be there."

Professor Moriarty looked at him in surprise, but did not ask him why he suddenly changed his attitude and no longer resisted participating in the award ceremony.

"That's good, who do you plan to take to the holy city?"

"The Weinstein Foundation gave me four tickets, one for myself, one for your mentor, and two left. Who else do you think I should invite to the award ceremony?"

"Of course old man Franklin is indispensable, this old guy really likes to show off!" Professor Moriarty pondered for a while and said, "Joan, if you don't have any other relatives and friends with you, why don't you give the last ticket to old man Tennyson, Inviting him to accompany you to the holy city of Ashan is also a repayment for his support and care for you in the past two years."

Joan thought so deeply.

Later that day, Joan received a reply from the editor-in-chief of Tennyson, thanking him for his invitation and expressing his willingness to go with him. He just took the opportunity of the trip to discuss with Joan about publishing a collection of essays.

In the early morning of November 3, accompanied by Professor Moriarty, Dean Franklin and Editor-in-Chief Tennyson, Joan boarded the magical airship "Lucky" in Midgard Port. If all goes well, this flight will arrive at the holy city of Ashan, the capital of the empire, the evening of the day after tomorrow.

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