C5

As the most luxurious palace in the Empire, Versailles had always been the sanctuary of the nobles. Since the founding of Peter the Great eight hundred years ago, all important banquets have been held here, without exception, from the reception of foreign guests to the celebration of the nation. It was once said that the German Empire without the Versailles Palace was a shabby leather bag without its luxurious pillars. It did not have a deep foundation, nor did it have any luxurious buildings. Therefore, it was disdainful to look at it.

The little boy followed his mother into the palace. Mrs. Joseph handed two silver invitations to the master of ceremonies at the door, and when the master of ceremonies had confirmed his identity, she greeted him and said welcome to the palace of Versailles. Then she had a white-robed attendant lead them into the palace, and before she entered she remembered something, paused, and ran back to the old butler standing outside the palace.

The old housekeeper, who had spent his entire life working for the Joseph Family, narrowed his eyes and said with a kind smile, "Dear Young Master Si Bo Er, I know what you mean. The Joseph Family has enough Violet Knights loyal to the Duke of Carlisle, but they lack a mage who is willing to be loyal to Young Master Si Bo Er."

He almost fell to the ground when he turned his head around and saw an arrogant little fatty walking past him. As he walked, his entire body was trembling, and even the buttons were about to burst open, reminding him of a well-dressed suckling pig.

The little fatty said arrogantly as he brushed past Little Spell. "Scram! Young master Pieman is not someone that a small noble like you can afford to provoke."

After taking off any of the badges that signified his identity, Little Sable didn't mind and only smiled as he opened up a path. Seeing this, Pisman became more and more proud of himself as he walked towards Professor Kalai. He believed that with his talent, he would definitely be able to make Professor Kalai look at him in a new light.

He was only five years old, yet he dared to lift a woman's dress in the streets. He was definitely a foppish, evil man, and had grown up, if it weren't for the fact that this ignorant fool had a father who was a marquis, he would have been beaten hundreds of times over. However, it was because he had a rich father that he dared to act rashly, and his arrogance stemmed from his relationship with power and money.

However, the triumphant Pithman was quickly reported in the Modern World. Professor Kalai's sarcastic words drifted into the ears of everyone around, causing them to be unable to restrain their laughter.

"Oh my God, where did this fat pig come from? Magic talent? I'm afraid your etiquette officer didn't even teach you the most basic courtesy. If I were your parents, I wouldn't mind sending you to the orphanage.

The crowd held back their laughter. Professor Caillet's sarcasm had caused Pisman to step aside in shame. Little Spell took a deep breath and walked over to Professor Caillet. Pisman saw little Si Bol walking over and immediately put on a face of schadenfreude. After all, he didn't believe that this unremarkable little aristocrat was better than him.

"Respected Professor Kalai …" "I'm sorry, son, but you've learned the etiquette from the etiquette officer. If you want to ask me if your talent is high enough, I can only regretfully tell you that becoming a mage is not the only choice in your life."

As expected, although he had been despised, little Si Bo Er did not give up. He slightly bowed towards Professor Kalai and said, "Thank you for your reminder, but I believe that as an outstanding mage, aside from talent, the hard work of the day after tomorrow is more important."

"Oh?" Professor Kalai was attracted by little Si Bo Er's unique way of speaking. He asked with great interest, "A pampered and pampered noble young master talked about hardwork with me. I'm sorry that before you even existed, my students were already able to recite the 23,000 formulas of the verbatim. Can you do that?"

There was a British library in his mind, and little Sable nodded. "I'd like to try."

"The toes of a Forest Lizard, along with the Mo-Li Flower and Abyss Crystal can be used together with that spell to create an auxiliary magical item?" From the very beginning, Professor Kalai had given them the hardest guide to alchemy.

"The blessing of Angel Hank and the curse of the Lich." Small Si Bo Er replied without hesitation.

"Wrong." "Only the blessing of Angel Hank is not a curse of a Lich."

"Hmph. I thought it was that impressive. So it turns out you only know how to boast." The flesh on his face was excitedly trembling with him as well.

Little Si Bo Er hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, but I was wrong. Adding the curse is a top tier formula recorded in the 'Hunter Notes'. It is different from the beginner's refining of the 'Magic Alchemy Guide'. I have confused the contents of these two books."

"Wait." Professor Kalai pushed his glasses and asked emotionally, "The 'Hunter's Note' that you mentioned is the long-lost work of the great alchemist Antelai? You have that book? "

Relying on the vast knowledge in his mind, Sable could only tell a lie. "It's just some trifling notes organized by the Imperial Library. I believe Professor Kalai also read that incomplete book, so there shouldn't be any mistakes."

Closing his eyes and thinking for a while, Professor Kalai remembered this formula from a corner of his mind. How could such an advanced yet remote thing come from the mouth of a five-year-old? This was the first time the originally proud Professor Kalai had the thought of nurturing a child with such a small talent, but at the same time, it was also surprising.

"You really make me look at you in a new light, Young Master Si Bo Er. Compared to some silly clowns, you are much more adept." Professor Caillet's attitude reversed in an instant, and he was extremely respectful to little Si Bo Er. In fact, he rather liked the nobles who were willing to work hard, because they would always go further than their peers.

"Thank you for your praise, Professor. If you don't mind, can I have a chat with you?" I still have a lot of knowledge about magic that I haven't asked the professor about. " Small Si Bo Er politely asked.

Professor Kalai also knowingly smiled. "I'm extremely happy to do that."

Wait a minute, little Sable? Joseph's second son? Even if he was arrogant, he knew that he was only the son of a marquis, while his father was a great noble whose title was even higher than his father's. As long as Young Master Si Bo Er was willing to settle the old scores, with the strength of the Joseph family, he would be able to uproot his family, because the powerful aristocrats were never willing to talk too much and reason with others.

Thinking of this, Pisman looked at the smiling eyes of little Si Bo Er and started sweating profusely. In addition, it was not a big deal to contradict him, as it was not enough for him to satisfy the mischief in his heart. To satisfy it, little Si Bo Er gently said to him, "Oh right, the Grand Duke is a very protective person. If he joins, he will be known to have some disrespect for his son, but he will definitely beat him to death, and then torture him to death."

Then, under the gaze of the crowd, the overweeningly arrogant Pisman ran out of the palace screaming, completely forgetting that as a noble, he had to be elegant and easy even when he was being sent to the guillotine.

"What a rude fool."