Chapter 43 The Threat From Upstream

Joan heard the temptation in Sissi's words, looked up at the lake-like green eyes of the fairy girl, and asked calmly, "Tell me first, what is the treasure."

"Two books." Sissy chose to tell the truth, "I don't understand what's recorded in the books, I only know that it's related to magic."

There was no obvious expression change on Joan's face, but his heart was not calm. What he desires most now is the magic book. If Sissy can provide resources in this area, it will be far more attractive to him than pearls.

Although a little moved, Qiao An didn't want to make a wrong decision driven by profit, and told Sissy frankly: "I'm not sure if I have enough ability to help you regain your homeland, please give me more time to think about it, I will I will let you know my decision as soon as possible."

"Okay, Mr. Mage, Jerry and I are waiting for your good news." Sissy bowed with a smile, walked back into the river holding her brother's hand, and disappeared into the depths of the waves.

"Joan, what are your plans next?" Kandy asked eagerly.

"Go back to the workshop first, I want to write a letter." Joan replied softly.

Without further explanation, Joan turned back to the iron workshop, asked Tom to borrow paper and a pen, and wrote down the truth about the repeated damage to the transmission of the waterwheel, as well as the difficulties and requests faced by Nick and Jing, and finally attached own opinion.

"The lake in the upper reaches of the Delin River Valley is occupied by aquatic ghouls, and it is well known that the stench emitted by the ghouls is full of strong germs. The longer the water ghosts are active in the upper reaches, the lower the river—including the residents of Delin Town The water source for daily drinking—the more likely it will be polluted by the ghoul plague, once this vicious infectious disease breaks out, it will definitely pose a great threat to the lives of all townspeople."

After writing about the threat that the existence of water ghosts poses to the residents of this town, Joan then wrote a conclusion:

"Even if it is just to maintain the safety of the town's water source, it is necessary to eliminate the group of water ghosts entrenched in the upstream lake."

After finishing writing the letter, Joan handed it to Kandy and motioned her to review it and see if there was anything that needed to be added, deleted or revised.

Kandy glanced through it quickly, raised his gaze from the letter paper, and looked at Joan with an extremely complicated look, before speaking for a long time.

"Very well written and convincing! But I don't understand, why can't you express these clear and logical points in words?"

Joan twitched the corners of her mouth, but said nothing.

Kandy sighed, did not continue the topic, and asked Joan, "Who is this letter for?"

"Mr. Flint Anvil, of course."

Joan got up and called Tom over, and told him to deliver the letter he had just written to Flint Anvil immediately and bring back the other party's message.

Tom was very reliable when he was not drinking, and ran out like a whirlwind with the letter, and came back sweating profusely within an hour.

"Mr. Vida, my uncle read your letter and asked me to bring you a few words."

"Speak slowly."

"Well, that, my uncle said that he fully agrees with the analysis and conclusions you have drawn in your letter, and has decided to put it into action tomorrow."

Joan was not surprised by this. With Flint's behavior, how could he tolerate the threat of the upstream water ghost in Delin Town.

"What else did Mr. Flint say?"

"Oh, my uncle also said that in order to find the water ghost's lair as soon as possible, I hope you can persuade those two nicks to lead him the way. If you are willing to participate in tomorrow's combat operation, he welcomes you and will give you a gift after the battle is over." An extra reward for you—this does not include the 100 Gold Duga promised in the reward notice!" Tom drank a large glass of water, moistened his dry throat, and said to Joan excitedly: "Mr. Vida , you should really participate in tomorrow's action, my uncle will not treat you badly! Besides, if you don't go, my uncle and I don't understand fairy language, so how can we deal with Nicki!"

"Tom, are you going to fight the water ghost too?" Joan asked the young dwarf blacksmith.

"Of course! Even though I'm just a blacksmith, none of the militiamen in the town, including the Tyndall brothers, can say they can fight better than me!" The young dwarf puffed out his chest.

"Really?" Joan looked at Tom suspiciously, "I didn't realize how great you are when I met Nicky before."

"Uh...that's two different things, to be honest, I'm a little afraid of those who can do magic, such as goblins, for example...cough cough..." The dwarf looked at Joan and swallowed the word "mage" , "As for the stinky ghouls, and they don't know any spells, I'm not afraid of them!"

The corners of Joan's lips rose slightly, and he held back a smile and said to the dwarf, "Sharpen your hammer, Tom, and Candy and I will fight side by side with you tomorrow."

"Great! Let's unite and beat up those stinky water ghosts!" Tom excitedly waved his fist, and then yawned again, "Mr. Vader, you haven't closed your eyes tonight Right? Before dawn, you’d better go home and get some sleep, and gather here before ten o’clock tomorrow morning, and my uncle and I are waiting for you and Miss Conti.”

"Then see you tomorrow." After running around for most of the night, Joan was a little tired, so he said goodbye to Tom and went home to rest. As a mage, he can only get a new spell slot tomorrow if he has enough sleep, so he can fully prepare for the crusade against water ghosts.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning when Joan arrived home, washed up hastily and fell asleep. When he woke up the next morning, the sky was already bright. Joan took the time to prepare the spell. At the same time, Candy had already prepared breakfast. The two finished breakfast as quickly as possible, took Jamie with them, and finally arrived at the appointed time Iron workshop.

Tom was waiting anxiously at the door, and when he saw Joan and Candy coming over, a big smile appeared on his chubby round face.

"I thought you were afraid to come!"

"Who are you talking about? The coward who was scared to cry by the goblin!" Kandy snapped back angrily.

Tom blushed and dared not answer. Joan noticed that the young dwarf blacksmith had a completely new look today. He was wearing chain mail, a horned helmet, and a large iron shield like a turtle shell on his back. There is a sharp contrast in the virtues of others.

Compared with Tom, however, his uncle, Mr. Flint Anvil, was in sharper contrast. The militia instructors in Delin Town, who have 8 levels of fighters, are already fully armed, wearing a thick full set of armor, a fiery red cloak fluttering violently, wearing a horn helmet, and holding a shining kite shield forged from fine steel in his left hand, engraved in the center of the shield Wearing the noble coat of arms of the Anvil family, it is mighty and domineering, which is awe-inspiring!

Among Mr. Flint's gorgeous equipment, the most eye-catching thing is the heavy warhammer in his hand. The silver hammer handle is wrapped with python leather, and the hammer head forged from fine gold is engraved with mysterious runes. Joan can Feel strong magic fluctuations from it.

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