Claire was a bit puzzled. Based on Cliff’s character, normally he wouldn’t care about the outside world and wouldn’t attend this kind of boring banquet, but now he brought up this topic himself. How could it not be weird? Then Claire saw Cliff’s evil grin, and her intuition told her that nothing good would come out of this.
“Master, did anyone ever tell you your smile is very obscene?” Claire frowned at Cliff, who was still laughing evilly.
“Really? Really?” Cliff immediately became serious and asked frowning.
“What is your purpose?” Claire didn’t trust her vulgar Master’s words. The more serious he was, the more suspicious.
“It’s nothing, haha, ahaha~” Cliff laughed so hard he couldn’t close his mouth. “Haha, it’s just that that old man will also go. Ahaha~~”
Claire looked at Cliff skeptically, curious about who the old man he was talking about was.
“Well well, darling disciple, wait for me to finish this experiment and then I’ll go find you. In Duke Hill’s castle, right?” Cliff laughed, obviously in a really, really good mood.
“Yes.” Claire nodded and didn’t ask anything. In any case, she would find out which old guy it was that her master mentioned on that day.
“Remember, you must go early to the palace.” Cliff mentioned again just in case. Even if the princess didn’t invite Claire, Claire still would have gone as Cliff’s disciple, a status to which no one could object.
“I know.” Claire responded. Suddenly she remembered something. “Master, do you have any special wands or anything?”
“What kind do you want?” Cliff blinked as he asked.
“I want to give the princess a gift, but I haven’t thought of anything suitable. She must already have many jewels and whatnot.” Claire didn’t show the slightest trace of modesty when revealing her intention.
Cliff glanced around, thought for a moment, and then suddenly a gorgeous wand appeared in his hand. It was exquisite, with many clear and beautiful jewels inlaid on it, reflecting the light perfectly, looking so pretty and useful. The antique designs on the wand made it look even more mysterious.
“This really isn’t anything precious, but it’s enough to cajole a young girl who likes pretty things.” Cliff handed the wand to Claire.
Although Cliff said this, the wand was not a cheap thing. It was just that in Cliff’s eyes, it wasn’t much. After taking it, Claire frowned slightly. She was thinking about how to trick this perverted master into giving her some of his treasures.
“Yes. Good, I’ll continue on with my stupid experiment.” After sending Claire off, Cliff went up again and immersed himself in an experiment.
Claire and Jean left the Magician Council and went on the carriage. Claire leaned on the side of the carriage in the back with her eyes closed to rest.
After the carriage traveled for a while, Claire suddenly opened her eyes.
Claire looked towards Jean, a flash of coldness in her eyes. Jean’s eyes were also icy.
The coachman wasn’t going on the right path.
It wasn’t the path back to the Hill castle! Coachmen had to go through a rigorous selection, and were absolutely loyal to the Hill clan. So who else could have commanded the coachman?
An imperceptible callous smile emerged on Claire’s lips.
That over-pampered, silly girl, seems like the previous beating wasn’t enough for her to learn her lesson.