Chapter 1658

"Babley, we have just received the news that Mr. McLean will be here tonight... In addition, his royal highness is waiting for you in his study and wants you to go there now."

At night, in the lobby of the British Royal Manor, babley was waiting for Marca, Kingsley and Delphi on time as in the previous days.

In recent days, he has gradually adapted to his new magic power.

Although he can only slightly control the degree of violent hurricanes at present, he is gradually addicted to the feeling of being able to control natural phenomena.

Therefore, recently, babre's awe and longing for Maka may be much more than the queen.

"Mr. McLean is not coming tonight?"

Hearing what the former colleague said in front of him, babley couldn't help feeling so disappointed that he didn't seem interested in the prince's summoning.

But fortunately, at least for now, he still has a lot of obedience to the members of the royal family. After knowing that the Prince wanted to find himself, he quickly nodded.

"OK, I'll go there now... Thank you."

After thanking the other party, babley passed the other party by mistake and walked quickly towards the stairs on the side of the hall.

Not long after he stepped on the Royal carpet to the third floor and passed a corridor, he reached out and knocked on the door of the prince's study.

"Benedictine Benedictine."

"Come in."

After the prince's response came from inside, babley immediately gently opened one of the double doors, and then stepped in.

It has to be said that as the heir to the throne, even if it is only a temporary refuge manor, his Highness's study is still very large.

It is still a typical royal style decoration - resplendent but not tacky. Even though babley is generally used to it, he will still feel more oppressive in the presence of royal members.

Now, his royal highness, who had seen Maka many times with her mother as the queen, was sitting behind his desk as big as a dining table, looking up slightly at babley at the door.

"Here you are... Well, come here!" the prince said to babley, "Oh, by the way! I just asked the maid and guard in charge of me to leave first. Remember to close the door before you come here!"

Babley, who had just come in from the door, immediately turned around and closed the door, and then walked gently according to the prince's words.

However, on the way to the prince's desk, he inadvertently glanced at the bookshelf on the side of the study, and found that there was another person besides the prince himself in the prince's study.

"Is that... Mr. Davidson?"

Babley looked at the figure that seemed to be reading books. Looking only at the robe, he realized that it should be the old bishop Davidson - because Mr. McLean didn't like his eyes, he had to stand outside the door with the guards in every experiment these days.

Who would have thought that the former archbishop, once trusted by the queen, had suddenly fallen to such an embarrassing situation?

"It is said that... He is also a wizard?"

While thinking so, babley had come to the prince's desk. Immediately, he put aside the messy thoughts in his mind and saluted the prince.

"Your Highness, what do you want me to do?"

"Oh, no, at least not yet!" the prince smiled calmly at babley, nodded slightly, and showed some kindness and kindness. "Let you come this time, just want to talk to you... Don't stand there, there are chairs. Sit down first!"

"Thank you for your generosity, your highness."

Babley saluted again, and then Yiyan went to the side of the desk and sat down more or less rigidly.

Just then, the prince behind the desk looked at him and said:

"Don't be so restrained. You know, you were no longer an ordinary guard a few days ago! Yes, that's it. Just relax."

Seeing that babley's sitting posture was obviously relaxed, the prince turned his head:

"Speaking of this... How about it? Are you satisfied with the latest treatment given to you by the royal family? Do you feel that even your daily life has become much easier without those patrol and guard tasks on weekdays?"

Upon hearing this, babley leaned slightly and said:

"Thanks to her Majesty's love and the prince's concern... Yes, it's a lot easier to say. However, in order to live up to the trust of the royal family, I'm trying to get familiar with the feeling of using magic every day. If I can master more tricks as soon as possible, I can serve the royal family as soon as possible."

Babley knew that he had to say what he saw - he knew that the reason why the royal family valued him was magic after all.

At this time, the prince immediately said:

"Don't have such a big psychological burden. Don't worry! Your efforts and persistence are in the eyes of my mother and I. We can see both the perseverance in the experiment and the persistence of practicing at the back of the manor every day!"

At this point, the prince suddenly paused. Then he finally asked babley a question that seemed to be the real purpose of the conversation.

"By the way," the prince suddenly said, "what do you say... Babley, I don't know what you think of the wizard Mr. Marca McLean? Will you 'hate' him? After all, his reagent really made you suffer a lot - I was watching at that time, and I can see that you were obviously in great pain at that time."

"'hate '...?" babley was stunned at his words. "Maybe a little! Because anyway, the experiment has the possibility of death. After experiencing this kind of thing, I think everyone will hate and fear it!"

Just then, babley quickly hesitated:

"Of course, there must be nothing to hate now. It can even be said that if you hadn't experienced such pain, you wouldn't be able to get the power now."

"Well, is that true?" the prince nodded. "But don't you think Mr. McLean is... A little too arrogant? Let alone his attitude, at least I think it's somewhat inappropriate for him to exclude Mr. Davidson from the process of the experiment..."

At this point, the old bishop on the other side of the bookshelf finally turned around.