Chapter 315: Farewell

"It won't take long. As long as our team arrives at the Brass Pass, you will complete your mission. It's hard to say the exact time. In short, you have to report to the Knights Camp in Delin River Valley before August 16th. If there is an accident, the task can be completed in early October."

Vasa thought for a moment while biting his pipe, and then told Joan with some embarrassment.

"If I remember correctly, Leiden College will start its summer vacation around August 10th, and school will start on October 1st. The time is relatively tight. You can ask Rawls to explain the situation and ask for leave to leave school early."

Calculated according to the normal itinerary, if Joan wants to arrive at the knight camp in the Delin River Valley before August 16th, then he will be on the road at the latest on August 1st, and he is still giving the grandfather and Kandy The letter promised that he would go back to Delin town for a few days during the summer vacation to accompany his seriously ill grandfather and old friends, so the time would be even more tense.

However, Joan didn't want to hinder his studies because of the impromptu military affairs, so that Rawls' tutor would be disappointed with him. After all, he had already missed a week's course by asking for leave to go to Wild Boar Island to participate in the hunting competition. It is really not good to take a long vacation.

After thinking for a long time, Joan came up with a strategy for fast travel, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. He raised his head and made a promise to Vasa: "Don't worry, I promise to report to the military camp before the deadline!"

"That's good." Vasa no longer delved into how he arranged the itinerary, and signed a check and handed it to Joan, "This thousand gold duga is your commission for serving the army, please accept it."

"Is it too early to give me the commission now?" Joan looked at Vasa in surprise.

"It stands to reason that half of the commission should be paid to you after the employment report is approved by the headquarters, and the remaining commission will be settled after arriving at Brass Mountain Pass."

"It's too troublesome. Anyway, we are not outsiders. I will pay the money first. After you get the commission, you can copy a few more arcane scrolls. The rest of the money can be used to buy some gifts for grandpa and friends in my hometown. , but it’s not easy to go home empty-handed!” Vasa said with a smile.

Qiao An was deeply moved by how thoughtful and thoughtful he was for him. He suppressed his sore nose and nodded, silently accepting the check.

...

On the morning of July 15th, Vasa took Dick and Roger and set off for the knight camp. Sisters Joan and Custis came to Mount Vernon to see them off.

Before leaving, Joan asked the Tortyndale brothers to return to Delin Town on the way, to remind the militia commander Flint Iron Anvil to guard against the harassment of gnolls, and to visit his grandfather Guillaume Tell by the way, and tell his grandfather He goes home to visit relatives during the summer vacation.

Brother Tyndale takes down his instructions. Roger also quietly winked at Joan, signaling to go talk outside the house and not disturb Miss Martha and Major Vassar being alone.

Joan glanced back and found that Miss Martha was admonishing Major Vassar softly. Her eyes were full of reluctance, so she nodded understandingly and followed Brother Tyndall to go out quietly.

Not far away, there was the sound of brisk footsteps behind him, and it turned out that it was Rebecca who chased him out.

"What are you three sneaking about doing?"

"It's nothing..." Joan was quick to think, "I'll take Dick and Roger to the stables and help them choose two good horses."

"Didn't you choose two good mules?" Rebecca asked him intentionally, Joan couldn't help laughing with her playful expression. Brother Tyndale couldn't help sniggering too.

"Mr. Vassar's advertisement in the Leiden Post was very successful, and now the whole city knows that he invented a new species of 'Mule', so that it has become a fashionable topic in the social circle." Rebecca smiled explain.

"Don't take mules as a joke!" Joan felt that the matter was very serious. "In addition to being barren, mules do inherit the advantages of horses and donkeys. They are very good animals. I heard from Mr. Tobias that people often I came to the ranch to visit the mules, and more than a dozen mule cubs have been sold, and some farmers have brought their own mares to breed."

"I don't understand animal husbandry! But from what you've said, the mule ranch business is still booming? No wonder Martha often said that she would rather have Mr. Vassar stay at home and run the ranch than joining the army to fight."

Joan was stunned, and asked her in surprise: "Miss Martha also thinks that Mr. Vasa's ability in ranching is better than military command ability?"

"Joan, how can someone as smart as you become an idiot when it comes to emotional issues?" Roger shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Miss Martha didn't really criticize Mr. Major for lack of military talent, but she hated him. Leaving myself to live the kind of military life where blood is licked and blood is precarious."

"Roger is so right! Joan is good in every way, except that he is as insensitive as a mule!" Rebecca became inexplicably angry, "Also, what did you mean by 'I think' just now? ah?"

"No, it's nothing." Qiao An scratched his head, deeply ashamed of his incomprehensible style.

At this time, Miss Martha and Major Vassar walked out of the room side by side, and Joan went up to say goodbye to Major Vassar. Watching him and Brother Tyndale ride off on their steeds, I feel a little sad for some reason.

Miss Martha stood at the door of the big house and watched the figures of Vasa and his party gradually go away until they disappeared at the end of the road before wiping the corners of their eyes, turning around and forced a smile.

"I want to stay at Mount Vernon for a while, Rebecca, you can go back to school with Joan."

"Martha, don't you want me to stay with you?" Rebecca saw that her sister was in a bad mood.

"I'm fine, you go about your own business."

Rebecca nodded obediently, gave Joan a wink, took his hand and boarded the carriage, then turned her head and waved goodbye to her sister.

Joan also said goodbye to Miss Martha, and then sat in the slowly starting carriage, lost in thought. It wasn't until the carriage drove out of Mount Vernon and turned onto the avenue leading into the city that he spoke softly.

"Since Miss Martha is reluctant to let Mr. Vassar go back to the barracks, why did she go all out to get him reinstated? If she didn't care about it, wouldn't Mr. Vassar stay in the manor forever?"

"That's a good question."

Rebecca patted Joan's arm, speaking in a tone like an old aunt who has experienced vicissitudes.

"Judging from the results, Martha really did it on her own, but what can be done?"

"She would rather bear the pain of longing herself than see Mr. Vassar spend all day in this boring manor in a morose mood because he can't realize his ambition... If you fall in love with someone like Martha in the future, You can understand the conflict."

"I don't quite understand, but how can you understand? Don't you also..."

"I don't!" Rebecca interrupted him angrily, raised her chin, and said quite complacently: "There are some things that I don't need to experience to fully understand, just like I am not you, but it is not difficult to guess you What are you thinking right now?"

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