"Arina heard that you met an army of undead. Is it really that scary?"

"Most of the undead are low-level monsters, but this time the tide of undeads has appeared everywhere. The level of the undead is very high, and some ultimate undeads have even appeared. The number is indeed amazing. The key is that the traces of coming and going are indeed worthy of our attention."

"Yes, after all, the undead is the common enemy of all races." Yishabeier nodded and smiled. She vaguely felt something was wrong between the two.

"By the way, Sister Alina, have you encountered anything special or someone special?" Clara's smile made Baihua lose her vileness, but her innocent expression was like words. By chance, both women could understand it.

"Sister Clara really cares about me, but six years have passed, and he is still looking for me." Alina fought back calmly,... accurate and ruthless.

Clara was speechless for a moment, but she didn't expect that Alina would admit it so straightforwardly. Logically, she would have denied it in her current situation. Whether it was the identity of a saint or the identity of Princess Hailong, it seemed that she still underestimated her.

"Who are you talking about? Why can't I understand at all?" Yishabeier asked pretending to be ignorant. He had despised Caesar for a hundred times in his heart. He pretended to be pure and honest all day long, and he actually had an affair with the two most beautiful princesses. As expected, there was no good thing for men.

Clara and Alina looked at each other, then looked at Yisha Belle up and down. Yisha Belle was inexplicably surprised, but the two women chose to change the topic. Both of them were already troublesome enough. If they were to come to a fourth place, wouldn't it be a big deal?

It is not good for the three girls to be together, which makes the handsome guys around you look foolishly, and they are a little confident when they want to come forward to pick up a conversation. After all, such a combination can make the young nobles who are usually confident and have weak legs, not to mention that there are two of the six masters of the younger generation staring at each other.

"Three nieces, don't you always get together to chat with everyone? Seeing you, I, the old man, feels ten years younger." Edinburgh smiled while stroking his beard.

"The teacher is much more charming than them." Clara smiled sly, and her charming appearance immediately fascinated her.

Edinburgh is also a court teacher at Clara and a frequent visitor to the palace, so he is naturally more familiar with it.

Then Edinburgh created an opportunity and a large group of young people gathered up and asked all kinds of questions. Isabelle and Alina had been able to deal with such situations, while Clara escaped directly from the siege and sneaked away. The little princess' temper was like that, and she would definitely not be perfunctory as long as she didn't like it.

Most people were busy in the hall, and the palace seemed much deserted and very quiet. Clara was wandering around aimlessly, suddenly wanted to drink some wine, so she was too lazy to go to the noisy place and went directly to the winery to get it.

Only the naughty Princess Clara could think of this kind of thing, but she found that there was one more person in the winery that should have been empty.

Clara was stunned as if she was electrocuted.

I searched for it without looking at it, but when I looked back, I was in front of me.

Caesar was completely immersed in childhood memories, with a faint smile on his lips. With his current skills, there were few places that he could not go to, even the mermaid's palace.

When he woke up, he found that there was an uninvited guest here... In fact, he was considered an uninvited guest himself, and every tree and grass in this palace belonged to Clara.

"Yes, is it you?"

Seeing Caesar looking at him, Clara suddenly stuttered that the little witch who has always been straightforward would have such a day, which would really surprise people... If there were glasses.

Although there was only a brief contact, Caesar still recognized the barbaric little princess back then. There was no resentment in his heart, only a faint joy of time intertwining, "Hello, Princess Clara."

"It's really you. Why are you here? Are you here to see me?"

Clara smiled happily, and although she was just a faint smile, Clara still felt her thumping.

Caesar did not come for her, but he was unwilling to explain. He just blinked and smiled, "I am here to steal wine. Will Your Highness the Princess catch me, a little thief, myself?"

"No, no, welcome to come often."

Clara's answer made both of them stunned... How could the princess welcome a thief to come often!

Caesar was a little embarrassed, "Ahem, the princess's injury is completely fine, right?"

"Injured, what kind of injury?" Clara finally realized that she had been injured once when she grew up so old. She said it was a magic mortal. No one knew it was injured. Could it be...

The person who saved her only left Mo Jing, and she didn't ask for a reward or a name, which made her very unhappy because Clara was the least willing to owe favors.

Caesar did not answer, but just smiled and lifted the ball out of the wine jar. The guy completely became a drunkard when he first came into contact with wine. When Caesar pulled his wings out, his little claws were still waving reluctantly.

"Since the master doesn't mind, I'm not polite. Princess Clara, I'm destined to see you again."

He held a ball in one hand and a jar of wine in the other hand, rushed out of the window and disappeared into the night sky.

At this time, footsteps sounded, and several waiters saw that the princess was actually staying in the winery and saluted quickly. Clara just stared at the window blankly and murmured: Is it really him? Am I dreaming...

"Zhebo, come, have a drink, this is a rare good wine, palace jade wine, one thousand gold coins a sip, ah, go with the ball."

The shaking ball was erect and she wanted to drink it again, but unfortunately her alcohol tolerance was too poor, and Caesar flew to bed and went to bed.

Zhebo smelled it and had a drink happily. Both of them had thoughts. Men with thoughts would be very straightforward when they drink, you drink one, I drink one.

"You said, is love based on status and money?"

This sentence is true at all because of the fact that wine can chaotic. Zhebi's words are more than all the words he said in the past, and he still asks such a connotational question.

"I don't know either." Caesar had a drink, but he really didn't know.

"Haha, that's right, no one knows, come and drink!"

At this point, Zhebi stopped talking, drank one cup and lie down until he lay down.
Chapter completed!