Chapter 650: Beautiful Boy

Joan stared blankly at Mrs. Anderson, not knowing what to do, Holden walked into the dining room whistling, sniffed the scent from the dining table, and said with a smile: "It's a coincidence that I came back, just in time Just in time for dinner."

"Mr. Holden, it is indeed a coincidence that you came back, please help me to find out, what is this written by Mr. Vader?"

Holden glanced at the note handed over by the old woman, and immediately turned to look at Joan, his eyes were full of surprise, and he was speechless for a while, shocked by the boldness and paranoia of this young mage.

After a long time, under the repeated urging of Mrs. Anderson, Holden came back to his senses, and told her without changing his face: "Joan accidentally caught a cold during her afternoon nap, and her throat was swollen, making it difficult to speak."

"It turned out to be like this. I thought something big happened, but it scared me!" Mrs. Anderson patted her heart, breathed a sigh of relief, filled a bowl of mushroom cream soup and handed it to Joan, and said with a smile : "Drink more hot soup, Mr. Vader, it's good for your throat."

Qiao An forced a smile to express his thanks, but he didn't even have the slightest appetite.

Holden sat down beside him, and while the landlady was busy in the kitchen, he leaned into Joan's ear and whispered, "You are so crazy! People, they even sacrificed their lives for their studies!"

Joan shook her head, somewhat regretful in her heart. If time can be reversed and everything can be restarted, he may not be able to muster up the courage to experiment with himself.

"How can the 'aphasia technique' be lifted?" Holden asked with concern.

Joan picked up a pen and scribbled on the note. There are nothing more than two possibilities: if the theoretical calculation is correct, it will be restored by this afternoon at the latest; if an unfortunate accident occurs, resulting in permanent aphasia, it can only be treated by a magic spell caster, and at least a 3-level magic spell "Remove Disease" is required. ".

"'Remove the disease'..." Holden read the note, showing a relieved smile, "It's easy, I can rest assured!"

Qiao An rolled his eyes at him, and the meaning was self-evident: You are not a magical spellcaster, so what are you bragging about!

"Hey, although I don't know how to cast 'Remove Disease', I know someone who can, and this person has a good relationship with me. If your condition has not improved by tonight, I will ask that person to treat you, saying Maybe it can also provide some help for your spell research."

Joan looked at him puzzled. Even if Holden has a friend in the city who is good at magic, how can the other party help him with his magic research?

Holden smiled mysteriously: "Don't talk about these things now, I want to give you a surprise, let's eat first, filling the stomach is the most important thing!"

Joan had no choice but to suppress his full of doubts, picked up the soup bowl, and took a sip absent-mindedly.

The thick soup was hotter than it looked on the surface, and Joan couldn't help but "Ouch", quickly put down the soup bowl, grabbed the teacup and took a sip of cold water to soothe his almost scalded throat.

Holden held the spoon and stared at him in astonishment.

Seeing his strange expression, Joan came to his senses and tried to say a few words. Although his voice was still a little hoarse, he uttered the words in full.

That's right, the vocal cords, which had been destroyed by "aphasia" all morning, finally recovered their pronunciation function, and he can speak normally again!

At this moment, Joan thanked the gods for their protection from the bottom of his heart, and was almost so excited that tears filled his eyes!

...

Holden said that he would introduce a friend to Joan, and that this person would be of great help to his magic research. There are elements of literary creation in the poet's words. Joan didn't take this matter to heart at first, but the next morning, a stranger really came to visit.

The visitor looked fifteen or sixteen years old. He was wearing a white military uniform without collar badges. It was very clean and exuded a faint fragrance. His appearance is even more impeccably handsome, with deep blue eyes, a high bridge of nose, rosy lips like rouge, almost transparent platinum short ear-length hair tied into a neat ponytail, and fashionably pierced ears.

"Excuse me... Who are you looking for?" Joan was the first to speak.

"Who else but you?"

The beautiful boy asked proudly, the corners of his lips curled up in a playful arc.

"But I don't know you." Joan frowned.

"Then you'd better be polite to me. After all, it's you who want me, not the other way around." The beautiful boy raised his head proudly.

"I didn't invite you here, and I can't even talk about what I want from you!" Joan was a little annoyed.

"Really? You say this, don't regret it."

"Sir, who are you? If you still haven't revealed your identity, please forgive me!"

Joan felt that it was a waste of time to guess riddles with such a messy person, and he might as well go back to study spells if he had the time.

"Look at you, why are you impatient, can you be patient!"

Joan couldn't bear it anymore, and reached out to close the door, but the beautiful boy grabbed his wrist first, and took a big step forward presumptuously, pressing his shoulder against the door, neither allowing Joan to close the door, nor letting go.

Joan was taken aback by his aggressive behavior, and suddenly realized that although this guy had a handsome face, he might be a bad guy, and he might even be a pervert—who would dare to say that he was so handsome? Can a good-looking person be a pervert?

"What do you want!" Joan struggled to break free from the opponent's palm, and took two steps back to gain room to cast spells. "This is a house I rented, and you can't come in without my invitation! It's too rude!"

The beautiful boy sneered, ignored Joan's accusation, held his head up in a doubly arrogant manner, with his hands behind his back, walked into the living room unhurriedly, inspecting the surrounding layout wantonly, his critical and judgmental demeanor seemed like a noble The prince inspects the house.

"The room was cleaned very neatly. It can be seen that you are a boy who loves cleanliness. This is rare and worthy of praise." The beautiful boy nodded and smiled at Joan.

Joan was a little disgusted with this disrespectful guy, and wanted to cast a spell to throw him out, but he had to admit that this person's smile was very charming, and he seemed to have a special affinity, which prevented him from really turning his back on him. Then he turned around and decided to go back to his bedroom, lock the door, out of sight and out of mind.

"Don't go, I know you're angry with me, don't you think I'm very rude?"

The beautiful boy raised his hand to stop Qiao An, his smile was less arrogant and more sincere.

"This apartment is shared by you and your friend, right? Your shared roommate met me, and he invited me to visit, so it doesn't count as breaking into the house without permission, right?"

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