Two Good Brothers
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Once Claire rapidly rushed to the front of Emery’s house, she was shocked by the scene in front of her. How was there still a house? Emery’s laboratory and bedroom were already razed to the ground, in ruins. White Emperor laid on Claire’s head, pulling on her hair. His eyes widened as he saw this scene and he started chirping. (Normally White Emperor is always either crouching on Claire’s shoulder or lying flat on her head. His presence felt almost nonexistent.)
Emery’s sorry figure was standing amidst the ruins, multiple wounds on his body, the blood already dying Emery’s right sleeve red and still dripping continuously. Cliff hovered in mid-air, his face full of killing intent as he stared at Emery below him.
“Master, are you alright?” Claire rushed to Emery’s side swiftly, supported his tottering body, and then asked worriedly, “What’s going on?”
“Cough, cough…” Emery coughed, a line of bright blood flowed down, leaving a bloodstain. He quietly said, “It’s fine. For the time being, it’s alright. Today Cliff rushed over here and said it turns out that I was your master, so today I had to die.”
Immediately, Claire understood what was going on.
Cliff, that short tempered old man, was unwilling to be a second master, so he wanted to kill Emery so that he would become Claire’s only master.
“What kind of benevolence or capabilities do you have to be Claire’s master? I was wondering what kind of person could become Claire’s master, a small character like you is also suitable?” Cliff said angrily, floating in mid-air and watching Emery with killing intent.
Emery suppressed the raging Qi and blood in his mind and said quietly, “Yes, I also always felt I wasn’t suitable…”
“Then you should go die.” A cold light flashed in Cliff’s eyes as he was about to make a move.
“Stop!” Claire blocked in front of Emery and said to Cliff angrily, “Master Emery is my enlightenment teacher.1 Nobody can replace his help and care to me.”
“Everything he can teach, I also can teach, and things he can’t teach, I can still teach! What qualifications does he have to be your master? He must die today!” Cliff roared, so emotional his face had already reddened.
“Cliff!” Claire glowered, directly calling out Cliff’s name angrily. “I’m telling you, Master Emery’s help and care, nobody can replace! If today you dare to harm him again, I will do everything I can to kill you. I definitely won’t let you off!”
The wind blew hysterically, dust covering the whole sky.
A sombre yet awkward atmosphere arose.
Duke Gordan stood aside, staring dumbstruck. He never thought Claire would actually say those kinds of rebellious words. Now what could be done? The opponent wasn’t something their Hill family could offend, a huge figure.
Emery was already so moved he couldn’t say anything and just stared starstruck at the girl in front of him, his throat already choked with emotions, the corner of his eyes also warm. It seemed like some kind of fluid was going to come gushing out.
Cliff’s face reddened even more. His body started to shake, lips opened wide. He wanted to say something, but not a single word came out.
Claire had actually said these kinds of resolute words at him for a low-class magician!
Do everything I can to kill you. I definitely won’t let you off!