"Alina, I heard that you encountered an army of the undead. Is it really that scary?"
"Most undead are low-level monsters, but the large number of undead appearing in various places this time is a bit strange. The level of the undead is very high, and even some ultimate undead have appeared. The number is really astonishing. The key is that they come and go without leaving a trace, which is really worthy of our attention."
"Yes, after all, the undead are the common enemy of all races." Yisha Bei'er nodded and smiled. She vaguely felt that there was something wrong between the two of them.
"By the way, Sister Elena, have you encountered anything special, or anyone special?" Clara's smile made all the flowers pale in comparison, but her innocent expression revealed something else. Coincidentally, both girls could understand what she said.
"Sister Clara really cares about me, but six years have passed and he still looks for me." Elena fought back calmly... accurately and fiercely.
Clara was speechless for a moment. She didn't expect Elena to admit it so straightforwardly. Logically, she should have denied it in her current situation. Regardless of her identity as a saint or a sea dragon princess, it seemed that she had underestimated her.
"Who are you talking about? I don't understand at all." Yishabei'er asked pretending to be ignorant. She had already despised Caesar a hundred times in her heart. He pretended to be pure and honest all day long, but he actually had affairs with the two most beautiful princesses. It's true that all men are bad.
Clara and Alina looked at each other, then looked up and down at Yisabel, which made Yisabel puzzled. However, the two girls chose to change the subject at the same time. They were already troublesome enough with each other, and if a fourth party came along, it would be a world of chaos.
It's not good for the three girls to be together all the time, because the handsome guys around them stare at them in confusion. They lack confidence to approach and chat with them. After all, such a combination can make the usually confident young nobles feel guilty and weak in the knees, not to mention that two of the six great masters of the younger generation are eyeing them covetously.
"My three nieces, why don't you all get together and chat with everyone? Seeing you makes an old man like me feel ten years younger." Edinburgh said with a smile, stroking his beard.
"The teacher is much more charming than them." Clara smiled slyly, and her charming appearance immediately captivated everyone.
Edinburgh was also Clara's court teacher and a frequent visitor to the palace, so he was naturally familiar with it.
Following the opportunity created by Edinburgh, a large group of young people surrounded them, asking all kinds of questions. Isabelle and Alina had already coped with such situations with ease, while Clara escaped from the encirclement and sneaked away. With the temper of the little princess, she would definitely not be perfunctory about anything she didn't like.
Most people were busy in the hall, and the palace seemed much quieter and quieter. Clara was wandering aimlessly, and suddenly she wanted to drink some wine. She was too lazy to go to the noisy place, so she went straight to the wine cellar to get it.
Only the naughty Princess Clara could think of such a thing, but she found that there was one more person in the wine cellar that should have been empty.
Clara froze as if she had been electrocuted.
After searching everywhere for it, I couldn't find it, but when I turned around, it was right in front of me.
Caesar was completely immersed in his childhood memories, with a faint smile on his lips. With his current skills, there were few places he could not go, even the mermaid's palace.
When he woke up, he found that there was an uninvited guest here... In fact, he was the uninvited guest. Every blade of grass and every tree in this palace belonged to Clara.
"Yes, is that you?"
Seeing Caesar looking at her, Clara suddenly stammered and said that it would be surprising that the always straightforward little witch would have such a day...if she wore glasses.
Although it was only a brief contact, Caesar still recognized the wild little princess from that year. There was no resentment in his heart, only a faint joy of the intersection of time and space. "Hello, Princess Clara."
"It's really you, why are you here, are you here to see me?"
Clara smiled happily, even though it was just a faint smile, Clara still felt her heart pounding.
Caesar didn't come for her, but he didn't want to explain. He just winked and smiled, "I came here to steal some wine. Your Highness, are you going to catch a thief like me yourself?"
"No, no, you are welcome to come often."
Clara's answer made both of them stunned...How could the princess welcome a thief to visit her often!
Caesar was a little embarrassed, "Ahem, is the princess' injury completely healed?"
"Injury, what injury?" Clara finally realized that she had only been injured once in her life, and she told others that it was a magic bite, and no one knew it was an injury. Could it be...
The man who saved her only left the black crystal, did not ask for any reward, and did not leave his name, which made her very unhappy because Clara hated to owe favors to others the most.
Caesar did not answer, but smiled and took the ball out of the wine jar. This guy became a drunkard the first time he came into contact with alcohol. When Caesar pulled him out by his wings, his little claws were still waving reluctantly.
"Since the master doesn't mind, then I'll be polite. Princess Clara, see you again if we're lucky."
Holding a ball in one hand and a jar of wine in the other, he rushed out of the window and disappeared into the night sky.
At this time, footsteps were heard. Several waiters saw the princess staying in the wine cellar and hurriedly saluted. Clara just stared blankly at the window, muttering: Is it really him? Am I dreaming...
"Zhebie, come on, have a drink. This is a rare and good wine, the Imperial Jade Wine. One thousand gold coins per drink. Ah, move the ball."
The wobbly ball with a big belly wanted to drink more, but unfortunately its alcohol tolerance was too low, and Caesar pushed it to the bed and it went to sleep.
Zhebie smelled it and drank the glass happily. Both of them had something on their minds, and men with something on their minds drink particularly quickly. You drink a glass, and I drink a glass.
"Tell me, is love based on status and money?"
Alcohol can make people lose their minds, this statement is absolutely true. Zhebie's sentence has more words than all the words he has said before, and the question he asked is so profound.
"I don't know either." Caesar drank the glass. In fact, he really didn't know.
"Haha, that's right, no one knows, come on, drink!"
At this point, Zhebie stopped talking and drank cup after cup until he lay down.
"People who can't drink much are really lucky. It's hard for some people to get drunk." Caesar drank slowly. There was a drunk man and a drunk little siren beside him.