The Disqualified Young Master Will Not Bow to the Villainous Female Lead

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"Claire was successfully distracted by the war, and there is no one around Farrow who can protect him."

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Alvis looked up in disbelief.

Looking at Kleist's sinister expression.

"It's time for us to take action."

Alvis said excitedly.

"When do you plan to start? Do you want to inform other councillors?"

"According to the speed of the Kavia warship, it will be close to the Far Song Sea tomorrow. By then, even if Claire wants to come back, there will be enough time, so we will capture her tomorrow."

"As for the other members of the parliament, keep your mouth shut and don't tell anyone."

"Yes!"

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Let’s go back in time.

Just this morning.

Lucarea Academy, Star Tower School District.

Today was magic theory class, but Celia, who always listened attentively, couldn't concentrate at all at this moment.

Because she brought the priceless brooch that Faro gave her into the classroom in a daze.

If it were an ordinary day, she wouldn't be so panicked.

However, just yesterday, she was targeted by some bad guys in her class.

I almost got bullied.

Who knows if they will come again today.

Because the academy does not allow students to use magic to fight privately, and Celil is facing those two second-level ones, and several first-level ones may not be able to win.

So now she is on pins and needles, afraid that those girls will cause trouble for her.

Chapter 110: Farewell

The next day.

The sun was about to rise, and the sky was tinged with orange and yellow, reflecting on the Star Tower mansion.

Claire raised her long eyelashes and smelled the fresh scent of dew in the air.

She and Faro lived in a flat on the second floor.

Open plan bed room just steps away from the balcony.

In order to wait for Faro, she sat on the balcony all night, and then she was so sleepy that she climbed into bed in a daze.

——Faro, still not back?

A hint of coolness flashed across the lazy and carefree red eyes.

Then she sat up slowly.

Walking barefoot on the marble floor, feeling the coolness.

Although Faro said yesterday that he might not come back at night, and he was not going to do anything dangerous, Claire didn't need to worry.

However, the executive still felt a little disappointed.

Two or three days had passed since His Majesty the Emperor personally ordered her to return.

She didn't want to part with Faro so soon, so she asked for two more days.

The Empire approved Claire's request, but time passed quickly and the deadline had arrived.

Today is the day she leaves Lucarea and returns to the empire.

And just the night before, Faro did not come home at all, saying that he was busy with things at the factory... To be honest, Claire was a little complaining.

I am afraid now that I won’t be able to see Faro until the moment I get on board.

If this is really the case.

Then Claire will never forget this incident even when she goes to the battlefield.

Suddenly, a burst of bird singing was heard, causing the branches and leaves outside the balcony to tremble.

Claire subconsciously looked out the window.

at this time.

Behind her, the crystal wall of space cracked and shattered, and a figure emerged from the void.

"Claire!"

Farlow exclaimed excitedly.

The latter turned around, and her morning instinct made her subconsciously throw Faro onto the bed.

——They often do this, and Claire is really used to it.

"Hey, don't get so excited..."

After a brief moment of astonishment, Faro smiled back at Yiren's enthusiasm.

"Your face?" Claire was startled, and then she held Farrow's face distressedly, "Where...did you go last night?"

It was not until she got closer that Claire noticed something about Faro.

At this moment, a ray of orange sunlight shines through the balcony and falls on the pale face of the beautiful boy.

His purple hair was a little messy, hanging in front of his eyes. His narrow eyebrows, which were originally delicate and charming, were now full of fatigue, but flashing with excitement. At the same time, his pale lips also showed that he had not slept the night before.

The boy’s paleness and frailty only added to his beauty.

For a transcendent like Faro, if he just wanted to stay up all night.

There's no way he could look that bad.

This showed that he had mobilized a large amount of magic power in one night.

"You worked in the factory? What did you do?"

Claire's face showed anxiety.

Something hard touched her arm.

She noticed it and looked back down.

It was a small bottle of potion, sealed in a beautiful bottle.

The light purple color is as clear and translucent as crystal, without a trace of impurities, and surrounded by pure magic power visible to the naked eye.

Moreover, it exudes a very special fragrance.

The fragrance is rich and alluring, but not too strong to make people sick. Instead, it maintains a level between light and strong fragrance.

She used high-end perfume from Walsh.

This scent is even better than theirs.

"Type 14 A Magic Concentrate. I spent the entire night yesterday in the factory making it."

Farrow gave a tired smile.

"For this small bottle, I spent nearly 300,000 Leir to buy materials, such as Martinu's Bloom, Colorful Orchid, Green Resin, and Kang's Blood Extract... There are so many materials in the Pyrotechnics market, and they are really expensive..."

Claire was stunned.

This small bottle is decorated with great care.

The high-grade wooden stopper at the mouth of the bottle, the garlands and ribbons wrapped around it, and the silver chain buckle hung for easy carrying all show the purpose of Faro's use of it.

"You didn't come back last night... because you ran off to do this..."

"Yes, it is not easy to integrate the effects of potions and perfumes at the same time. Handmade custom high-level potions require at least a week of magic power to be refined. I don't have enough time, so I can only choose to work overtime at night."

The magic power in Faro's body is bottomless, like a vast ocean, so he can release a week's worth of magic power in one night.

If an ordinary potion master were to do this kind of work, the person would probably die before the potion was finished.

Generally speaking, with so many potion masters under Faro's command, any orders can be handed over to them.

Moreover, Farok was the patriarch of the Spice Family, and the cost of having him personally make potions for him was ridiculously high, and not many people could afford it.

Then there is only one answer.

A sour taste welled up in her nose.

Claire caressed her lover's dark circles with concern.

She finally understood why Faro ran out last night.

He went to make a parting gift for himself.

"Silly boy, just stay with me. You don't have to work so hard. It makes me so sad..."

Unexpectedly, Faro's expression turned serious.

"His Majesty has sent you to fight the demons. There are no Night Hunters there. Chaos invasion is extremely dangerous. Take it with you. When you need it, take a deep breath and the mental pollution will not affect you."

The raw materials for this small bottle of potion alone cost hundreds of thousands of riels. The person who made it was the master-level craftsman Faro Walsh. It has multiple functions such as refreshing, purifying, and strengthening the mind.

More importantly, there is only one bottle of this in the world, which perfectly combines perfume craftsmanship and potion.

This is undoubtedly priceless.

"The name of Type 14 Magic Concentrate is too old-fashioned. I was so tired after I finished it that I really didn't have the brains to name it."

As he spoke, Faro rubbed his face against her bosom.

"Do you have any good ideas?"

Then, Faro felt his lips soften and the lilac powder penetrated deeply into his mouth.

“Uh….mm….”

The sudden and forceful kiss caught Faro off guard.

Unable to resist Claire's demands.

a long time.

The kiss is over.

Farlow gasped for air, taking deep gulps.