Chapter 847: doubt

Everyone didn't sleep all night, they were tired enough to choke.
After handing over the tasks in the military camp, Hailar and Zion set up their tents separately, intending to make up their minds at the camp and return to school tomorrow.
Joan is also tired, but he still has an unsolved mystery in his heart, eager to go back to the wizard to find an answer, he will temporarily leave the three friends, become the eagle form, and fly directly back to Midgard City.
Near noon, Joan landed on the campus and returned to human form.
He hurried to Moriarty's laboratory, knocked on the door and entered, and only Duo'er was alone at home.
"The host went to a friend's luncheon and probably won't come back until the afternoon."
"Mr. Vader, are you in a hurry to find a master, is there anything that matters?"
Facing Duo's curious inquiry, Joan stopped talking.
In fact, he hurried to find a tutor just to ask if the Countess Josephine Antoinette de Poisson was an old acquaintance of Professor Moriarty.
There is also the reason why Mrs. Josephine's figure is so similar to Duo Er, it is like a carved in a mold.
"Actually, it doesn't matter...Since the mentor is not here, it's not too late to visit him in the afternoon.
Duo Er nodded in confusion, did not ask again.
Seeing this beautiful face of Duo'er, Joan couldn't help but doubt.
Such two perfect faces are unlikely to be due to coincidence.
Either Professor Moriarty imitated Mrs. Josephine's appearance and created Dora,
Either Mrs. Josephine used Duoer as a model and had a face-lift on her original face, or she changed her appearance with spells and became exactly like Duoer.
Either way, it implies a prerequisite—Professor Moriarty has a strong relationship with Mrs. Josephine.
"Duoer, do you know a countess named Josephine?"
Before Joan went out, he finally couldn't help but express his doubts.
"Countess?" Doer shook his head blankly. "I almost never go out. Where can I get to know the countess?"
"Same thing I said, I'll say goodbye, see you in the afternoon."
"Okay, Mr. Vader, you walk slowly."
Out of Professor Moriarty's laboratory, Joan's mood is a little complicated.
If Duo Er suddenly learns that there is another woman who looks exactly like her and lives in the same city, is this a good thing or a bad thing?
Joan had no way of knowing.
Returning to the apartment with great care, Joan smelled the aroma of baked apple pie from the kitchen as soon as he entered the door, and his stomach groaned all day long.
The host, Mrs. Anderson, was very happy that he could go home early, so that someone would accompany her for afternoon tea.
Perhaps because she realized that she was irretrievably aging, Mrs. Anderson was an old woman who was afraid of loneliness.
Family members rarely have time to accompany her, so this elderly woman will rent the second floor to a group of energetic college students at a very favorable price and raise a large group of cats to relieve boredom.
Among Mrs. Anderson’s three tenants, Zion’s younger brother often went downstairs to chat with her to relieve her boredom, which pleased her.
Joan, on the other hand, rarely chats with him.
In fact, Joan couldn't talk much with anyone.
It stands to reason that Mrs. Anderson should hate his lonely and gloomy tenant.
But it was very strange, and Joan didn't know why, but the old lady paid special attention to him.
Every day when I go downstairs to eat, I always treat him like my children and grandchildren, and ask him to greet him.
Joanne thought that this kind-hearted old lady might be pitying herself, right?
Mrs. Anderson had a rare opportunity to get along with Joan alone, and he was very enthusiastic to ask him to drink tea and eat pies, and also talked a lot about it.
The first is to take the lead.
"Mr. Vader, I hope you can open your mouth and chat with my old lady for a while, why not expect my cat to talk!"
"Sorry, I made you laugh, I really don't know how to talk..."
Joan was so embarrassed that her ears were hot.
The orange cat in his arms is also very naughty.
Just lying on Joan's knee and dozing off, he suddenly raised his head and meowed a few times in alive.
As if to show that he was indeed more capable than Joanne, Mrs. Anderson's criticism of him was reasonable.
Encouraged by the apology, Qiao An searched the stomach and had nothing to say, and chatted with the landlord wife for half an hour.
During the chat, he also had an unexpected gain, which was to verify his previous speculation.
Mrs. Anderson personally admitted that among her three tenants, she was most concerned about Joan.
In the eyes of the old lady with a clear vision, Sister Zion belongs to the kind of people who are very adaptable to the new environment. They can be mixed on campus or in society, and they will not lose money wherever they go.
As for people like Joan, they have a lonely personality, few words, nerdy, unflattering, and I am afraid they will be excluded and bullied by naughty children in school.
Mrs. Anderson felt that her care for Zion's brother was nothing but icing on the cake, but it was optional, and others' care was not uncommon.
At a young age, he left his hometown and came to a strange city to study. There was not even a relative who could take care of him. If even her landlord didn’t want to see Joan, wouldn’t this poor child be completely abandoned by the society, no one loved it ?
Of course, Joan’s handsome appearance is also an important factor that drives Mrs. Anderson’s extra sympathy for her. After all, this is a face-seeking world.
Regarding the care of the old woman, besides being secretly touched by Joan, the only thing she can do is to take the time to chat with her old man to relieve boredom.
A whole plate of crunchy and sweet apple pie is added to the belly, plus a pot of hot black tea.
Joanne was very satisfied, and afterwards he was sleepy and yawned twice.
Mrs. Anderson noticed that his face was tired and his eyes darkened, and asked with concern whether he had not slept well last night.
Knowing that Joan hadn't slept at all last night, he took Da Miao away from his arms and urged him to go upstairs to get upset.
Joan returned to the bedroom on the second floor, lying on his bed and sleeping comfortably for two hours.
Wake up, refreshed.
The dim sunlight in the afternoon slanted in through the glass window, and the visual inspection time was about four o'clock in the afternoon.
Joan got up and stretched, laundering a little bit, and went downstairs to say goodbye to his wife, and went back to school to find a tutor.
It was a coincidence this time. As soon as Joan entered the campus gate, he saw Professor Moriartie jumping from an open carriage. His handsome face flushed slightly, and his eyes were slightly drunk.
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