Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Magic Beast?

Life was peaceful at the moment. Claire didn't face Feng Yixuan's revenge, and so, Feng Yixuan disappeared.

"Strange, why did that little freak return without taking revenge? Perhaps he had a large hemorrhoid?" Walter was completely puzzled. He also rejoiced that at the time, he didn't say out loud that he swore that if the guy didn't come for his revenge, he would have the same last name as the little devil instead. Luckily, he didn't say it out loud. Fortunately, very fortunately, very good.

"What are you mumbling about?" Claire's cold voice suddenly sounded in Walter's mind.

Walter almost cried out in surprise. It can't be, little devil can hear what he's thinking? It's not possible.

Walter forgot that Claire could infer things based on his Spiritual waves. For example, just now Walter's Spiritual undulations were a bit "vulgar." Naturally, this guy was definitely thinking of no good.

"Nothing, nothing. I was thinking that you're about to go to school." Walter giggled.

Claire coldly snorted. Of course Walter's words were not trustworthy at all.

"Are you still continuing today? Do you not feel pain? You do this everyday." Walter watched Claire's training clothes, and worried for Claire. She became riddled with scars sparring with that rigid faced knight, Jean.

"What feels better, pain or death?" Claire coldly asked.

Walter shivered. That was something that didn't need to be mentioned. With death, everything is gone, not to mention pain.

Claire picked up the sword and walked towards the back of the training field with Jean following from behind.

It was another fierce training day. Walter yawned sleepily. In any case, he wasn't the person getting hurt, who cares about that little devil fighting.

The sound of weapons resonated continuously. If it wasn't for the barrier Claire had put up around the training ground, who knows how many people would have been startled by this fierce battle.

Walter looked at Claire's arm and body, both already wounded, blood already soaked through her clothes. Just thinking about it made him sweat. This little devil was too fierce, too vicious. She treated herself unordinarily harsh. That deep and cold gaze, cruel and wild expression, made one unable to watch.

Jean frowned. Claire's attacks were completely different from the average warrior, crafty and ferocious, so even he, who was much stronger than Claire, had no choice but be careful when facing her.

Claire withdrew and Dou Qi burst forth as she brandished the sword at Jean.

Jean didn't dare to slack and prepared to block this one strike.

Who would have known that in the next moment, something unimaginable happened.

"Chirp chirp~~ chirp chirp!" A furry and unknown being abruptly landed directly onto Claire's face! A speed so fast that the naked eye was completely unable to discern what it was. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was faster than the speed of light. That's why everybody was unable to react in time.

"My name, White Emperor." A solemn and dignified voice faintly came from the distance in Claire's mind, and then disappeared.

White Emperor?!!

Claire was dumbfounded. This sound, could it have come from this small hairball?

It can't be...

After who knows how long, Claire's finger finally twitched. At the same time, her body was already drenched with sweat. Resisting that powerful and supreme power just now had used up too much of her strength.

"Claire, you're alright? Wonderful, you're alright." Walter called emotionally.

"Miss, what on earth happened?" Jean frowned, looking at the little furball that crouched on Claire's shoulder.

"I and it formed a contract, and it's actually a master-servant contract." Claire brought the small fur ball off her shoulder, and the small furball intimately licked the wound on Claire's hand. Claire didn't say out loud, this contracted beast that looked very cute and harmless had forcefully and one sidedly formed a contract!

Jean and Walter stared dumbfoundedly. Formed a contract?! A master-servant contract?!

Claire had her own magic beast?

This little furry, meaty little guy? This cute, harmless, and useless small thing? It could be flicked off with a single finger.

Also, if other people knew that the miraculous and famous battler Claire had such a cute and harmless little magic beast, then...

Walter convulsed, fantasizing. The domineering Claire, face full with such a cold expression, yelled loudly, shocking everybody, capturing the gaze of everyone. Then, slowly, a small furry furball climbed on top of her head, waving its furry paws, and chirped. Pft, haha~~~ too funny.

"I will go ask Master what beast this is." Claire shook her head, still dizzy. She picked up White Emperor and went out of the barrier.

Claire found Emery inside his laboratory.

Emery's eyes widened as he sized up the small furball moving slowly in Claire's bosom for a long time. He waved his hand helplessly, unable to produce an answer.

"Claire, you should ask Master Cliff. He should know." Emery immediately thought of Cliff.

"Okay." Claire nodded, still thinking internally about that short tempered old man who still seemed to be angry, angry that she learned Dou Qi and didn't tell him. This time when going back, she could also coax him while she was at it. White Emperor slipped out of Claire's bosom to crouch on her shoulder. This ball of fur was extremely adorable.

"Also, Claire, don't tell anyone that you and this small thing formed a contract." Emery told her solemnly.

"Yeah." Claire nodded, understanding Emery naturally had his own considerations.

After changing clothes, Claire brought Jean out of the door onto the carriage, going to the Magician's Guild.

After going out of the Duke's castle, the carriage passed through a few streets. Claire, who was originally recuperating with her eyes closed as she leaned on the wall of the carriage, suddenly opened her eyes and faced Jean's chilly expression.

"It looks like they are very impetuous. Miss is finally going out the gates. They have been waiting for this and are itching to take action." Jean sneered, his gaze completely ice-cold.