Chapter 912 Warmth

Hearing what she said, Qiao An didn't dare to refuse any more. He quickly accepted the gift, hesitated for a moment, and hesitated to speak.

Mrs. Josephine glanced at him, and made a clear signal with her eyes - just speak up if you have something to say.

"You promised not to be angry with your mentor again, so I said, otherwise forget it, so as not to make you angry."

Joan was a little guilty.

"You're so partial!" The countess said angrily, "It doesn't matter how nice I am to you. In the final analysis, you still want to be your mentor."

Seeing Joan's embarrassment, Mrs. Josephine's expression softened and her tone returned to gentleness.

"It's not worth being angry with a man like Trophim. Tell me, I'm really not angry anymore."

"I don't have the habit of smoking, and I don't need the expensive pipe and tobacco you sent me."

Joan bit the bullet and told the truth.

"The mentor's pipe is very old. Can you give him the pipe and shredded tobacco that you gave me, so that it can be considered as a good use of everything."

"How about it, did I hit the mark? You eccentric child, you are going to piss me off!"

Mrs. Josephine spoke fiercely, but there was a smile in her eyes, as if she was a little bit relieved.

"Well, you can send whoever you want, I really don't care."

Qiao An observed her expression carefully and confirmed that she was not deliberately speaking ironically, and then he was relieved.

Mrs. Josephine stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and said to Joan, "I have to attend a banquet tonight, we have to hurry up and get down to business. What can I do about your research?"

"If you'll allow me to draw some blood, not much, but half a pint, you'll be doing me a great favor!"

Joan said expectantly.

"It sounds easy, but Joan, it's not convenient for Fang to reveal it. What's the use of my blood?"

The Countess's wine red eyes flashed a curious brilliance.

Joan thought about it, and felt that there was no need to hide other research contents except for the link involving mythical power, so she briefly described the process of analyzing "Warlock's Blood" to her.

"In other words, by analyzing and testing my blood, or the blood of other warlocks, you can decipher all the spells mastered by the blood master?"

Lady Josephine concluded.

"Indeed." Joan nodded.

"Then what benefits can I gain by cooperating with you?"

Mrs. Josephine asked with a smile.

"This..." Joan scratched his head in embarrassment, "Sorry, I haven't thought about it yet."

"This is an inadvertent negligence, Joan, to be honest, I don't expect to gain any benefits from you, but in the future you will cooperate with others, and others may not think like me, understand?"

The Countess had a gentle demeanor, and spoke earnestly. Even if she was preaching, it would not arouse Joan's disgust. She was also deeply grateful, knowing that what she said was for her own good.

"You taught me the right thing. This is my fault. When I cooperate with others in the future, I will give priority to what benefits I can provide to the other party."

"Good boy, you are right to think so."

The countess smiled with relief.

"Everyone is a mirror in front of us, how we treat others, others will treat us."

Qiao An thought, you are a good cook of "chicken soup".

However, he didn't hate drinking the countess' bowl of "chicken soup".

Mrs. Josephine knew how to measure, and it was enough to stop preaching. She rolled up her lace sleeves, showing her fair and delicate wrists, and signaled to Joan that it was time to draw her blood.

Joan took the needle tube, sterilized it with "magic tricks", picked up a ball of alcohol cotton with tweezers, wiped it gently on her wrist, and then inserted the needle into the light blue vein.

After a few seconds, Joan pulled out the needle and pressed the needle hole with alcohol cotton.

He noticed that the Countess frowned slightly, and asked apologetically, "Does it hurt?"

Madame Josephine shook her head with a wry smile.

"When I was young, I often suffered, and I didn't care about this level of pain at all. Unfortunately, now that I'm used to living a pampered life, I can't help frowning even with a little pain. It's really embarrassing."

"You can't say that. Fear of pain is a normal person's reaction. With all due respect, I don't think it's something to brag about being good at enduring pain. It's something to be proud of if you have the capital to refuse to suffer."

Joan whispered.

Madam Josephine gave him an angry look.

"Look at you, you're telling unflattering truths again!"

Joan smiled embarrassedly.

"Whenever I want to say 'with all due respect', I know it's going to be bad, and I might as well not say the next thing, but I can't help it."

"This may be a shortcoming, but I don't hate you. In fact, anyone who really likes you will not hate you because of it, but Joan, many times we don't know whether the other party really likes us. , I have some sincere words, and I don’t know whether I should say them or not.”

The countess threw away the alcohol cotton ball and gently shook his hand, as if she wanted to convey to him a more complex emotion than comfort and encouragement through this intimate gesture.

Joan put most of the extracted blood into the ice freezer, leaving only a small amount of blood samples. With the No. 4 rune Ansuz, he performed "Mythical Blood Interpretation" to awaken the sleeping arcane power in the blood.

When Joan performed this series of operations, she did not avoid Mrs. Josephine.

The other party's clear and slightly confused eyes showed that he didn't understand what he was doing at all.

Joan couldn't help but secretly rejoiced that the countess was a warlock. After all, her knowledge accumulation was limited and she couldn't understand her tricks.

If it were a mage, I'm afraid he would have noticed the "runes" long ago, so he had to get to the bottom of it.

However, in a second, he felt guilty for his selfish thoughts.

Judging from these two encounters, the countess seemed to have a pure and sincere affection for herself beyond ordinary friendship.

This is not only a woman's affection for a man, but also closer to the infinitely tolerant warmth that an elder sister has for a younger brother, or even a mother for her son.

The countess was so kind to him, but he couldn't repay her with the same frankness, and had to hide some privacy from her, which made Joan feel deeply guilty.

The blood reading was successfully completed, and a cloud of blood rose slowly from the mouth of the reagent bottle, mixed with dense golden runes.

A cursory glance, just the most intuitive first impression, surprised Joan that Mrs. Josephine had mastered so many spells, which far exceeded people's reasonable expectations for a warlock!

From this, it can be seen that she is not as indulged in social feasts as she seems on the surface. In fact, she is very concerned about her arcane practice. She has spent a lot of effort to develop the blood of the warlock in private, and has achieved amazing results .