Chapter 472 The Heir to the Legacy

After finishing the business, Joan bid farewell to Miranda Fisher. Miranda didn't do much to keep her away, she rang the bell to call Xiaomiao in, and told her to take Joan downstairs.

When they got downstairs, Joan bid farewell to Xiao Miao, rented a stage horse at a nearby bus station, left the city gate, and rode westward along the banks of the Ivene River.

The autumn harvest has just ended, and the crop stalks have not yet been cleaned up. The farmland on both sides of the river bank is golden and the scenery is pleasant.

Joan was riding a horse and galloping on the avenue across the field, and the cool autumn wind was blowing in front of him, making him very energetic.

On the way, he first passed the Chap family's farm, then passed the Custis family's plantation, and rode for another half an hour before seeing the Vassar family's estate in the distance.

Joan recalled his experience in Leiden City for more than half a year. Apart from the campus, the places he visited the most were Custis and Vasa.

Mr. Vassar and Sister Custis treated him like close family members, and thinking of saying goodbye to them, and not knowing when they would meet again after today's farewell, Joan couldn't help but feel depressed.

Joan got off the horse outside the gate of Mount Vernon, and led the horse to the Vassar house.

The servants they met along the way had long been accustomed to his visits, and greeted him on their own initiative, calling him "Master Vader" respectfully.

Joann handed over the horse to a servant, asked him if Mr. Vassar was at home, and hurried into the big house after receiving an affirmative answer.

"Joan, I've been waiting for you all morning, why didn't you come here until now?"

George Vassar came down the stairs, speaking in a slightly complaining tone that betrayed inadvertently that he considered Joanne as a member of his family—not a visitor.

"It was supposed to be here long ago. I received an invitation from the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Ms. Miranda Fisher, and sat in her editorial office for a while." Joan explained.

"Ms. Fisher is a great person, how did you get to know her?" Vassar asked curiously.

"That's a long story..." Joan scratched his head, thinking about where to start.

"Let's go to the stables first, and talk as we go." Vasa walked out the door.

Only then did Joan notice that Vasa had changed into a formal suit that he would only wear when attending a banquet, and asked in surprise, "Are you going to a banquet?"

"It's not considered a formal banquet, just going to Martha's house for lunch." Vasa replied with a smile.

"Is it appropriate for me to follow?"

"This question is so strange, it's inappropriate for you not to go!" Vasa glared at him angrily, "I heard from Rebecca that you plan to drop out of school?"

"It's not about dropping out, but I just want to end my studies at Leiden College ahead of schedule, and then travel to Midgard. If everything goes well, I will go to Midgard University to take the entrance examination for new students at the Academy of Arcane Law in March next year."

"This is a good thing, Joan, I have long felt that the pond at Leiden College is too shallow to accommodate a big fish like you, not to mention that Rawls's mentor has... Sorry, I shouldn't mention this." Vassar He looked at Joan apologetically.

Joan shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's okay, it happened, no matter how sad you are, you can only accept the reality."

"Yeah, we can only face the reality, just like the moment when Fort Nissey was about to fall, I thought I was going to die, and I even wrote a suicide note, intending to leave Mount Vernon and the surrounding pastures to The heir to my inheritance, I didn't expect a turning point in this desperate moment... Thank you, my lord Timothy, for your protection."

Vasa prayed in a low voice, and then smiled strangely at Joan: "There is something I haven't told you yet, do you know who my heir is?"

"It's not me anyway." Joan replied casually.

"Stupid! It's really you." Vasa slapped him on the back of the head.

"But you didn't ask for my opinion beforehand!" Joan was both surprised and confused.

"At that time, I was writing a suicide note in a prisoner-of-war camp, so I didn't bother to ask for your opinion. I have no children, and I don't have any living immediate family members. It is completely my freedom to leave the inheritance to whoever I want, and there is no need to care about others. What do you think?" Vasha said nonchalantly.

"It's too arbitrary for you to do this..."

"It's not important, Joan, you should be sorry that you didn't become the new owner of this manor." Vasa said with a big smile.

"Considering the prerequisites for inheriting this inheritance, I just feel lucky now." Joan couldn't help adding another word, "Mr. Vasa, with all due respect, it's very inappropriate for you to do this, at least you should ask Ma Miss Sha's opinion."

"Why ask her opinion?" Vasa asked.

"Are you planning to propose to Miss Martha when you come back this time?"

"In fact, we just got engaged yesterday." Lieutenant Colonel Vassar rubbed his cheeks embarrassingly.

"Then if you want to dispose of your own property, of course you should consult your fiancée first."

"The truth is correct, but Joan, do you think Martha, who owns a 20,000-acre plantation, would care about my mere 2,000-acre property?" Vasa laughed bitterly at himself.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, Mr. Vasa, I heard that you came back to report this time, have you been made things difficult by your boss?" Joan asked with concern.

"Frankly speaking, I lost the battle this time and became a captive of the Hailan people. It's really disgraceful. I heard a lot of sarcastic remarks from General Gates. Fortunately, the Governor is magnanimous. Instead of blaming me for the defeat, He also praised me for my calmness and composure in the critical moment, timely notifying Lieutenant Colonel Anderson's troops to stop marching to avoid greater casualties."

Vasa took the rein from the servant, turned over and rode on his beloved horse "Nelson".

Joan also rode on the stage horse he rented and followed.

"I am very grateful for the tolerant attitude of His Excellency the Governor, but at the same time I am a little uneasy..."

"What are you worried about?" Joan urged the horse to ride side by side with Vasa.

"You also know this. In order to lead all the captured officers and soldiers back to freedom, I was forced to sign the surrender document drafted by Navy officer Diego Antonioni."

"Actually, I don't understand the sea blue text very well. At that time, I was eager to regain my freedom. When Diego Antonioni translated the terms of the surrender document for me, I didn't listen carefully and signed the document hastily. "

Vasa's face was heavy.

"Is there a text trap buried in that surrender letter?" Joan guessed.

Vasa nodded, and said in a low voice: "It wasn't until yesterday, when I returned to the headquarters with a copy of the document, that I learned that there was a line in the surrender document that said 'I ordered the killing of the special envoy of Hailan, Sir Joseph Jumonville', And my signature was tantamount to admitting to the crime, which General Gates ridiculed for it, and I look back with shame."

"You signed the surrender document, will there be any bad consequences?" Joan asked worriedly.