Chapter 471: Letter of Recommendation

"Hello, Ms. Fisher, I thought..." Joan hesitated for a moment, then changed her words: "You look much younger than I thought."

Miranda Fisher smiled slightly, did not make a sound, but gently lifted the hair around her ears, revealing her pointed ears.

Qiao An was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said: "So you are an elf lady..." It's no wonder Xiaomiao called her an "old woman" behind her back. Even if an elf woman lives to be three hundred years old, her appearance will not change at all. With no signs of aging, she still looks like a young girl.

"Pure blood elves are too rare in human cities, and my blood is not pure enough - my grandfather is human, which caused me to suffer some double discrimination from the elf community and human society when I was growing up." Milan Da shook his head, and his hair swayed with platinum luster, "Let's not talk about these old things, Mr. Vader, please sit down, do you like black tea or coffee?"

"It's all right, thank you."

Miranda handed over a cup of hot black tea, and then picked up a beautiful flat metal box: "Would you like some tobacco to refresh yourself?"

"Thank you, I don't smoke."

"Then do you mind if a woman smokes?"

"This...Of course I don't mind, please help yourself."

Miranda smiled in relief, opened the cigarette case and took out a handmade cigarette, inserted it in the front of a slender ivory cigarette holder, lit the cigarette casually with a "magic trick", took a puff at a leisurely pace, and opened her red lips lightly. Slowly exhaled a wisp of lavender mist.

In fact, Joan doesn't like the choking smell of burning tobacco. He also analyzed and tested the ingredients of tobacco in Rawls's alchemy class, and he was deeply impressed by the narcotic and addictive ingredients.

He also knows that many mages are addicted to tobacco, which is said to help relieve mental fatigue caused by high-intensity mental activities, but Joan does not want to try this way of decompression.

He is deeply wary of all addictive ingestibles, and try not to touch them if he can, so as not to damage his body.

Although Joan doesn't like the smell of tobacco very much, he has to admit that Miranda Fisher's demeanor when smoking is as elegant as a classical oil painting, and even the small movements of fingertips lightly flicking the cigarette holder are so charming that he can't help but It's amazing.

Miranda looked up at him, the corners of her lips slightly raised in a smile.

Joan quickly looked away, her cheeks felt hot.

"Mr. Vida, I invite you to be our guest this time, and I want to thank you in person for uncovering the real culprits of the two murders at Leiden College, helping me clear the suspicion and restore my reputation."

"You are too polite, Ms. Fisher, this is not my fault alone." Joan quickly stated.

"I know that, but I also know that your role is irreplaceable." Miranda Fisher interrupted Joan with a smile, and handed over a check at the same time, "This is a small thank you, not a respect, Please don't decline."

Joan took the check, and the amount of 2,000 Gold Durga came into his eyes. His heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed all the polite words he had just prepared, and thanked this generous lady repeatedly in embarrassment.

Miranda smiled and waved her hand, saying that you are welcome, and then intentionally or unconsciously inquired about Joan's background and future plans. It was a bit of a surprise to learn that he was leaving Leiden Academy.

"Mr. Vida, you are still so young and talented, why did you give up your studies? Is it because of financial difficulties?"

Joan could hear the sincere concern in her words, and added a bit of affection to this lady who was glamorous in appearance and sincere in heart, and replied in a low voice: "It's not that I can't afford the tuition fees, but I just want to change to a new environment. A higher level of knowledge."

"In our New World, the only university with a higher level than Leiden College is Midgard University. Are you planning to go to Midgard University for further studies?" Miranda looked at Joan with an inquiring look in her eyes.

"As you said, I do have this idea." Joan told the truth.

Miranda nodded thoughtfully, and then asked him, "Are you familiar with the Midgard region? Do you have relatives, friends, or guardians there?"

"I've never been to Midgard, and I don't have any acquaintances there to go to." Joan replied awkwardly.

"You are still too young, Mr. Vida, it is not appropriate to live alone in a northern city thousands of miles away from home. Midgard is different from our southern ones in terms of climate, environment, and customs. I am afraid you will feel uncomfortable. "

Miranda advises Joann in a subtle way.

"I've considered all these issues, and I'll get used to it eventually." Joan replied with her head down.

Miranda sighed, hearing that the stubborn boy had made up his mind, so he stopped trying to dissuade him, went back to the desk, picked up a quill pen, dipped it in ink, wrote a few lines, and finally cast a spell to add Mark, hand this note to Joan.

Joan took it over and took a look, and first noticed that Miranda's emblem affixed with the "Secret Seal", the golden snake split into eight segments, was the mark of the "Sons of Liberty" association.

As for the content of this text message, there is nothing special about it. Miranda Fisher stated in the letter that Joan is her good friend, please see the association colleagues who read this letter of introduction to provide him with convenience and help as much as possible.

"Ms. Fisher, thank you for your care." Joan held the letter of introduction and bowed gratefully to her.

"When I'm a friend, don't treat me like this."

Miranda put down the quill and walked up to Joan. Her slender figure was half a head taller than the handsome young mage in front of her. The smiling and staring expression made Joan feel very warm, thinking that if she had a real sister, Miranda Da Fisher is undoubtedly the most perfect example.

"Joan, our 'Sons of Liberty' association also has an office in Midgard. After you get there, take the time to go to a local store called 'Gulf Trading Company' and show me my letter of introduction. If someone from the trading company asks you Whoever you are looking for, just say that I introduced you to Mr. Joseph Adams, remember him?"

"of course I remember."

The man wearing the fox-head mask immediately appeared in Joan's mind.

This individual was Miranda Fisher's supervisor at the Sons of Liberty and appeared to be closely related to Lord Custis.

"If Adams is not in the firm, it's the same when you go to the manager of the firm. In short, with this letter of introduction, colleagues in the association will not treat you as an outsider."

"In the future, if you encounter troubles, you can go to the Gulf Trading Company for help. If you want to buy special spell-casting materials, or sell your own magic tools, you can also go to the Gulf Trading Company to trade, and we will guarantee you the most affordable price."

Having said that, Miranda Fisher blinked slyly.

"It's a pity that the association can't provide you with invoices and tax returns, is it okay?"

"Of course no problem." Joan couldn't help laughing.

However, when he thought of going to Midgard, he still had to deal with smugglers, and his mood was a bit complicated.