Mage Joan

Chapter 489: Little Allen

Joan looked back in the direction of the footsteps and saw a small figure flash in from the kitchen door.

It was a boy who looked only about ten years old. The freckles on both sides of his nose made his snickering expression become more lively and mischievous, and he was trying to sneak into the kitchen.

Joan saw that the naughty boy was going to play a prank and was about to remind Clark to pay attention, but the boy gave him a wink, gestured, and anxiously begged him not to make a sound.

Joan hesitated for a moment, shrugged and turned back, pretending not to see this "little naughty".

The little boy walked lightly and walked behind Clark who was sitting with his back to eat, trying to reach out and cover his eyes, but found that the toes were not enough to reach, so he had to move a chair and stand on it. A pair of small hands, covering the eyes of Frost Giant from behind, deliberately pretended to speak with a rough voice.

"Guess who I am!"

"Haha~ Is this still a guess? Allen, you little monkey cub, it's still naughty if you don't see it in a year!"

Clark grabbed the boy with his backhand, picked him up, put it on his knee, and introduced to Joan: "This little guy's name is Allen. He is only eleven years old this year. He is the baby grandson of Father Gordon Davis. A little trick-or-treat who knows nowhere!"

"You are the troublemaker! You are the troublemaker!"

Allen yelled at Clark with a tongue out, suddenly turned his head to look at Joan, looked at him curiously, and greeted him with a street school he didn't know where to learn from:

"Hey! Man, are you also Clark's friend?"

"Stinky boy, it's rude! Called Brother Joan!"

The little boy always unconsciously yearned for street gangs and thought it was cool, but Clark didn't think so, and put away a smile and warned him seriously, full of street accent, which was detrimental to the gentleman.

Allen knew that this big friend was not as fooled as his own tutor. If he was disobedient and took rebellion as his personality, Clark would really beat him.

The little boy flattened his mouth, reluctantly accepted Clark's critical education, bowed to salute Joan, and shouted "brother" very well.

"Good evening, Alan, you're welcome. I'm only two years older than you. Just call me Joan."

"Only two years older than me? I really can't see..." Allen was surprised by the mature and steady temperament Joan showed. "You must be a good student, right?"

"I used to study at Leiden College and my grades are decent."

"Really? Then I will test you!" The little boy stared at Joan a little dissatisfiedly, "Can you solve the equations? Will you find the area of ​​the circle?"

Jo Ann smiled and nodded.

If someone else tests him with this kind of question, he may suspect that the other party is either an idiot or insulting his IQ. However, Allen is just a child. Perhaps in Allen’s eyes, these are even difficult questions.

"Then you are amazing!" The little boy gave thumbs up to Joan convincingly. "Brother Joan, I'm going to Leiden Port next summer to take the preparatory exam, but I don't know if I can pass the exam!"

"What major did you apply for?" Clark asked Allen.

When Joan heard Clark's question, he knew he didn't understand Leiden College's academic system, and explained to Allen: "Allen is still young. He will go to Leiden College next year to study for the preparatory course. Only after one year will he decide to apply for the exam. Which major will take the official entrance exam."

"Look at me, this little naughty bag is probably not a learning material, and may not be able to pass the test." Clark deliberately stimulated Allen.

"Your knowledge is not as good as mine. I'm not qualified to laugh at me!" Allen glared at Clark angrily, but he quickly became excited again. "Clark, who hasn't seen you all this year, where did he go? Going to play, how many championships have you won?"

Clark shook his head: "In the past year, I was very busy and I had no time to participate in boxing."

"This..." the little boy was slightly disappointed. "Last year you taught me boxing, I have already practiced it. Can you teach me a few more tricks?"

"Practice?"

Clark couldn't help laughing.

In order to avoid hurting the little boy’s self-esteem, he barely endured the laughter and told Allen seriously: "You should still focus on your studies now. Boxing or something is just as good as gymnastics for exercise. There is no need to invest too much energy. Besides, the few tricks I taught you are enough."

"That's the case. With only a few strokes, the bad guys in the town can't beat me anymore, and the older ones don't dare to provoke me!" Allen straightened his chest smugly, and then asked Clark: "You If you don’t play boxing, what are you doing all this year?"

"I visited old friends in Nilfheim and went to the Temple of Hull at the North Pole." Clark told the truth.

"Have you seen the'Styx Witch'?" Allen asked excitedly.

"See you." Clark's gray-blue eyes showed a touch of tenderness.

"Aren't the witches living in the Arctic bad, specifically kidnapping disobedient children and digging out their own hearts?" Allen's face was slightly nervous.

Joan also raised his ears, expecting Clark to reply.

He had heard similar horror legends when he was young, but he wondered whether the Stygian Witch was really as cruel as the legend.

"Witches are good and bad, like giants and humans, as for catching disobedient children..." Clark sneered, "I hope this legend is true."

"Huh! It's boring! I knew it was all made up to scare children!" Allen jumped off Clark's knee, looking a little disappointed.

"Allen, it should be your tuition time now. I sneaked out and played. Are you afraid of being taught by Gordon?"

"Yo! You didn't say I almost forgot one important thing!" Allen said to Clark and Joan a bit embarrassedly: "Actually, Grandpa asked me to invite you to his den for tea. I patronize and chat with you and forget about the business!"

"You forget things like this at a young age. It's so strange that you can get into Leiden College with your brain..."

"Don't hit me, let's go!" Allen turned and ran out of the kitchen.

Clark got up and followed, whispering to Joan next to him, "I passed by House Town a year ago, and when I was passing through Davis's ranch, I saw a little boy practicing equestrianism, and it happened that a gray came out of the nearby forest. Bear, the horse was frightened, and the boy fell on the grass and ran away."

"I was worried about the grizzly hurting the child, so I walked over and pushed the grizzly away and pushed back to the woods. That's it. I met Alan, the little troublemaker, and was later invited back by his grandfather Gordon Davis. Going home to eat and drink, treats me as my own family."

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