Chapter 1705: petition

"If I am not a descendant of the colonists, but a native of the indigenous people, that's not bad, at least I have no sorry for my compatriots."
"The colonists came to the New World, used us, betrayed us, deceived us, and later used our wishful goodwill as a joke, treated our simplicity and honesty as stupid and fooled, and spread salt on our wounds, which were covered in human skin. Shouldn’t the beasts be killed?"
"If I'm from the Asa tribe, why not imitate the'Green King' Offen, and use the killing of the betrayal colonizers as a lifelong volunteer, Lord, you know, if I want, I can do it!"
Joan said more and more excited, and his voice could not help shaking.
"After all, I’m an Austrian genius, right? Even if I can’t do it now, after ten, twenty, thirty years, when I become a legendary spellcaster, when I wave my hand, I can kill thousands. On that human day, the colonists will juxtapose my name with all the natural disasters they know."
"You can't do that, my boy." Sir Castis took Joan's hand.
"Yeah, I can't treat my fellow citizens that way..."
Joan shook his head bitterly, whether to help relatives or to help, this is a problem that has been torturing him recently.
"Child, I understand your feelings and think of your identity, whether as a species identity of human beings, or as a national and political identity of a person in a country, occasionally embarrassing us, even shameful, but what can it prove?"
"I can't prove anything! My child, please be sure that there are many good people among our colonists, but most people are silent and have no chance to stand up and speak fair."
"But you are not the same, Joanne, now you have such a good opportunity to meet the royal dignitaries and even the crown prince in person. Those insulted and damaged Aboriginal people, the silent majority, they have no channel to express their hearts, you They can be conveyed to those in power!"
Sir Castes picked up the petition written by Logan Walsung on behalf of the aborigines and solemnly took it to the young mage.
"Children, the Assa people want the imperial authorities to approve the agreement they signed with Governor Nichols. I think this is a reasonable request. The question now is whether you are willing to submit this petition by taking the opportunity of attending the award ceremony. Whether your Highness Crown Prince is willing to become a colonizer different from those you hate."
Joan took a deep breath and took the petition in both hands. He said with some helplessness: "Grandpa, I took this hard job, but there is a condition."
"If you have any conditions, as long as I can do it, I will never say no!"
"Could you please help me write an award speech?"
Sir Castes did not expect that he would make such an unreasonable request. He first froze for a moment, and greeted Joan's pitiful look, he couldn't help laughing.
"No problem, my Master Master, I will come to be your secretary for a day and promise to write an award speech that will satisfy you."
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Joan had wanted to accompany Sir Castis to dinner after dinner and returned to school. However, he had not received a few sips of the meal. He received more than a dozen "SMS", including relatives and friends such as Hailar and Zion. Classmates with good relationships sent congratulatory letters to him one after another.
Professor Moriarty and Dean Franklin also sent a letter to urge him to go back to school quickly. There are many important things to wait for him to discuss.
He kept sending and receiving "short messages" at the dining table. Sir Castis looked upset and asked Heimdall to remove his dinner plate.
"Eh? I haven't finished eating..."
"Without your meal today! Dick boy, pretend to be busy, don't you? I dare not waste your precious time and quickly get out of my way!"
The grandfather pretended to be angry, picked up his cane, and struck Joan.
"Don't be angry...wow! Really fight?! Well, I will take time to visit your old man in the future."
Joan had a crutches on his butt, before pulling his legs away, he didn't help take away the award speech he had drafted for him. He went back and took some time to memorize it, and he used it to pass the award ceremony.
As soon as he reached the gate of the school, Joan was arrested by Professor Moriarty who had come to arrest him at the order of Mr. Dean.
"Joan, your kid is amazing now, at least five newspapers are waiting to interview you."
"Teacher, can you be interviewed for me?" Qiao An begged with a hard face.
"Come on less!" Professor Moriarty glanced at him angrily. "Other visits can be pushed away, but the Austrian Academy can't say anything. After all, old man Tennyson is good for you, you can't face him No."
"That is of course." Joan has always been grateful for the knowledge of the editor-in-chief of Tennyson.
"Old Man Tennyson sent this morning specially to find Old Man Franklin and I to discuss the essay for you."
"Proceedings?" Qiao An was a little dazed. "Publishing my essay... such a boring thing, would anyone really pay for it? If you just print one or two hundred copies, it's okay to say, big deal, I bought it all by myself. It’s so embarrassing if you print too much and can’t sell a few copies!

"It doesn't need you to worry!" Professor Moriarty was amused by his anger. "If there are even the essay collections of the winners of the "Rising Star Award" and the "Eberton Award", who else's essay collection Can you sell it? You don’t have to worry about sales, just the Austrian law majors and libraries in major universities, let alone six or seven hundred copies can be digested, and one thousand copies can’t be lost."
"Oh, that's good..." Joan nodded stunned, and suddenly said, "Yes, I won the "Franklin Award". Why don't you mention it? Don't look down on this award!"
Professor Moriarty laughed twice and changed the subject stiffly: "Old Franklin worried that you would be troublesome and sent me a difficult task to persuade you to attend the award ceremony."
"You don't have to worry about this, I will attend."
Professor Moriarty gave him a surprise look, but did not ask him why he suddenly changed his attitude and no longer resisted attending the award ceremony.
"That's good, who are you going to take to the Holy City?"
"The Weinstein Foundation gave me four tickets, one for myself, one for your mentor, and two remaining, and who do you think I should invite to the award ceremony?"
"Of course, the old man Franklin, this old man is very popular!" Professor Moriarty pondered and pondered: "Joan, if you don't have other relatives and friends to go with, you might as well give the last ticket to Old Man Tennyson, Inviting him to accompany you to the Holy City of Ashan is also a reward for his support and care for you in the past two years."
Joan thought deeply.
Later that day, Joanne received a reply from the editor-in-chief of Tennyson, thanking him for his invitation, expressing his willingness to go with him, and taking the opportunity of traveling to discuss with Joan about the publication of the proceedings.
In the early morning of November 3, Joan, accompanied by Professor Moriarty, Dean Franklin and Editor-in-Chief Tennyson, boarded the "Good Luck" magic airship in the port of Midgard. If all goes well, the flight will arrive in the Holy City of the Imperial Capital of Asham the evening after tomorrow.
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