Looking at the unconscious George Joestar in front of him, Fang Mo also felt a headache.
Did he arrive too early?
Although he also knew the temperant of the Book of Ages, he honestly didn't want to accelerate ti using "shit escape" every ti.
Is this trying to force him to beco the number one poop fiend across all realms?
At this current ti point, Fang Mo really couldn't think of where to stir things up. After all, his understanding of JoJo is limited to the ani, and he has never read the original work by Araki.
Through the whole JoJo series, what he rembered were mainly the Stone Masks and the Pillar n, the Stand Arrows, and Stands and such.
However, Fang Mo only vaguely rembered that the Pillar n were dug up near xico, and the Stand Arrows were dug up by Diavolo in Egypt, but he had no idea where these things specifically are.
Diavolo dug up the Stand Arrows in 1986.
However, the current ti point is 1868, which is more than a hundred years too early, isn't it?
Although Fang Mo had beco ageless after datafication of his body, that doesn't an he wants to dig graves in Egypt for a hundred years.
"My head hurts..."
Fang Mo wiped his face, then looked up at the overcast sky: "Tsk, let's at least stop the rain first."
Saying this, he waved his hand towards the sky, activating the Volcanite Amulet within him. A red energy ball instantly flew from his palm towards the clouds.
Within a few seconds, the torrential rain ca to an abrupt stop.
Even the dark clouds were dispersed, and the bright moonlight shone down, illuminating everything in front of him.
However, since Fang Mo wasn't carrying Dario Brando on his back, Dario also saw this scene. This completely violated his understanding. Could the other party really change the weather with a wave of their hand? This definitely isn't sothing a human can do, right? This guy is certainly not an ordinary human.
Thinking of all the strange signs before, Dario was directly scared and sat on the ground.
"De...demon..."
Dario struggled to move backward, looking so scared that even his face twisted.
"Hey, hey, isn't your courage a little too small?"
Seeing Dario's tearful state, Fang Mo couldn't help but say, "As a mage, isn't it normal for to know so magic?"
"De...demon..."
Dario simply couldn't listen to any of this, his body shaking like a sieve.
In fact, he has always been such a person. As the scum at the bottom of the social ladder, greed and cunning have beco his nature, deeply ingrained in his bones. He only dares to bully those weaker than himself, but when he encounters soone like Fang Mo, who is beyond his imagination, he becos too frightened to speak.
But who exactly is Fang Mo?
Upon seeing this scene, he imdiately ca up with a solution.
"Co, take this," Fang Mo said with a smile, pulling out a palm-sized piece of gold from his pocket and casually throwing it at the other person's feet. "Don't be afraid; it's just a gift for our eting."
"Wha... Huh?"
Dario, initially full of fear, froze upon seeing the gold.
Almost instinctively, he reached out to grab the gold in front of him. The heavy feeling of the gold instantly delighted him. This is actually real gold and such a big piece, too! Enough to buy him a lifeti's worth of drinks, right?
For so reason, Dario suddenly felt that Fang Mo wasn't that terrifying.
"Is this... for ?" Dario held the gold and asked with uncertainty.
"Use it to buy drinks," Fang Mo said, waving his hand dismissively.
"Why?" Dario's face tensed up. Holding the gold tightly, as if reluctant to let go, he hesitated to ask, "Such a large piece of gold must be very valuable, right?"
"To , it's just trash," Fang Mo said. "I told you I'm a mage, didn't I? Isn't it normal for a mage to dabble in alchemy?"
"Alchemy..."
Greed and infatuation flashed in Dario's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and put on a flattering smile. "Thank you, Master Mage! Thank you, Master Mage!"
"Alright, go save people now," Fang Mo waved his hand, clearly not a fan of people like Dario. "First, go find the local sheriff and tell him that a noble is in trouble. Ask him to bring people over."
"Okay, alright!"
Driven by self-interest, Dario felt not a trace of fear and excitedly took off running, not caring that mud splashed all over him.
Soon enough, he ca back with a few sheriffs.
The man leading them seed to know George Joestar and was quite surprised to see him in trouble. He quickly ordered people to start the rescue, first taking the living back for treatnt, and then having the remaining few deal with the wreckage here.
Because they were nobles, even the dead bodies and wreckage had to be sent back sohow.
Fang Mo, seeing this, happily followed. Using his eloquence, he quickly deceived... and learned the address of the Joestar family residence, the Joestar Mansion.
He did not bother with the crowd.
Fang Mo walked slowly toward the Joestar estate on his own.
Then, not far from the estate, on a mountain, Fang Mo set down the Geochest. As soon as he opened the door, a villa created by Stark appeared on the spot.
Fang Mo had chosen a great location, right on a cliffside.
The building stood alone here, imdiately giving off a magical vibe.
Unfortunately, Stark's building was too modern. If it had been more dieval in style, Fang Mo might have started setting up his alchemy pot right away.
He waited here for a few days.
Soon enough, George Joestar ca to visit.
It had to be said that he was indeed a good man; even though he was still injured, he ca to express his gratitude.
Unlike traditional nobles rotten to the core, Joestar was honest and kind-hearted, which is why he was able to raise his first-generation Jojo, Jonathan Joestar, to be a gentleman as well.
There were so criticisms, of course.
But Fang Mo still greatly admired him.
For that reason, Fang Mo kindly invited him in for a chat.
However, Joestar was a 19th-century noble, and he couldn't understand the various modern technologies in the villa. Not to ntion holographic technology, even LED lights left him stunned. He dared not drink cola, as it was continuously bubbling...
And when he saw Fang Mo's pet, a small Ender Dragon.
The last bit of doubt in his heart was shattered. It seed that the man before him was indeed a mage.
Originally, due to the impact of industrialization, many people in the 19th century had stopped believing in alchemy and mages. Joestar was no exception; he had never seen a mage in most of his life. Influenced by external factors, it was normal for him not to believe in such things.
However, after seeing a 'dragon,' a legendary creature.
He had no choice but to believe.
"I never thought that the one who saved would be an esteed mage."
Joestar had an expression of astonishnt on his face: "I'm ashad to say that I was naive enough to think that mages didn't exist and were just sothing people made up..."
"You're right."
After hearing Joestar's statent, Fang Mo also nodded: "Mages don't actually exist."
"Huh?"
Joestar was taken aback: "But Mr. Steve, you..."
"Actually, my initial exposure was to law. Becoming a mage was more of an accident, and at most, it's a side job for because my main occupation is as a doctor."
Fang Mo said: "It's just that I like to combine my main job with my side job, that is, combining being a mage and a doctor, or 'Magical Doctor' for short."
"..."
After hearing this, Joestar was stunned for a mont before finally giving a dry laugh: "Haha... Mr. Steve, you really have a sense of humor."
"No, I'm serious."
Fang Mo spoke directly: "My dical skills are top-notch in the entire divine dical universe. Apart from not being able to revive the dead, things like organ transplants, limb regeneration, etc., are trivial to . I have a... friend nad Stark who almost died from heavy tals, and I replaced his organs three tis. Didn't he still get saved?"
"Mr. Steve, I think you might have a misunderstanding about dicine."
Joestar couldn't help but rub his forehead and remind: "Such as the situations you ntioned... I think they already fall into the realm of magic."
"Nonsense!"
Fang Mo waved his hand dismissively: "Are you a mage? Do you understand magic? Magic is for taking your life; dical skills are for real healing..."
As he said this, Fang Mo took out a mystical blade from his bosom: "If you don't believe , I can demonstrate the 'Mystic Death Curse' for you right now. Its current fatality rate is 100%."
"No, no, no."
Joestar quickly waved his hands: "Mr. Steve, I think you're right."
"That's more like it."
Only then did Fang Mo satisfiedly put away the mystical blade.
And just after Fang Mo had put away the blade, Joestar said to him solemnly: "Anyway, no matter what, Mr. Steve, I am very grateful for your life-saving grace."
"From this building and the magical thods you have shown, your needs and Mr. Dario's are probably not the sa. I wouldn't dare to decide anything for you, but if you need the Joestar family's help in the future, please feel free to ask. I'll do my best to assist."
Saying this, Joestar stood up from the sofa.
He deeply bowed to Fang Mo.
"Oh, I see."
Upon hearing Joestar's statent, Fang Mo also nodded, and then suddenly, as if rembering sothing, he said with a smile: "Speaking of help, I do indeed have a favor to ask."
"Please go ahead."
Joestar imdiately said.
"The principle of alchemy is equivalent exchange. Although I've gained great power, I've paid the price of losing the ability to have offspring, so..." Fang Mo said with a smile.
"Why don't you let your son Jonathan recognize as his godfather?"
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