Chapter 1705 Should I scold her or praise her?

He did take a liking to the clone, but not in the way Orles imagined.

Instead, he wanted to become an apprentice.

He dreamed of practicing witchcraft, but unfortunately, only a very small number of humans knew this kind of magic.

However, the elves had been isolated and closed off from the outside world for years. His idea had to be abandoned.

Now that this opportunity has finally come along, Grice is determined to seize it at all costs.

So what if she's my goddaughter? As long as she can become my disciple, I'd be willing to lower my seniority by two levels, and even make her call Aurelius "father" without hesitation!

"Why aren't you saying anything? Glass, you're not serious, are you?" When Orles saw Glass remain silent and his face suspiciously turn red, he was so shocked that he almost fell off his chair!

This is just too unbelievable!

He and Grice practically grew up together, sharing a pair of open-crotch pants. Over the millennia, he married and had children, and even his children had children of their own, while Grice remained alone.

Orles had thought that Glaes would never be able to marry. Little did he know, his beloved was a foreigner!

And this foreigner was his newly adopted goddaughter!

Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

If these two get together, wouldn't Grice have to call me "Dad"?

I'm so excited just thinking about it!

Orles' expression was one of extreme excitement.

"What are you imagining now?" As Ores' best friend, Glass knew all too well what this bastard was thinking.

It's definitely not good.

"It's nothing," Aurus said, though he was secretly overjoyed.

The smile on her lips was impossible to suppress.

"How much do you know about witchcraft?" Knowing he couldn't let Ores speculate any longer, Glass asked his clone.

Clone: ​​"I know a little bit."

She does know a little bit, but she has no practical experience.

After all, she was just a clone that the main body had recently cultivated.

Come to think of it, today is the first time she has used Gu magic.

He felt a great sense of accomplishment after tormenting Senli and her elderly mother to the point of near death.

"Is that so?" Grice thought the clone was just being modest, that's why he said that.

In fact, she is extremely proficient in it.

“Oles, get out. I have something to say to her.” Glass could no longer hold back.

He wants to become an apprentice!

However, because Orles was present, there were some things he couldn't say directly.

"Is there anything I can't hear?" Oreston immediately became displeased. "I've seen you naked as a child."

Grace: "..."

"It's not like I've never seen you naked before!" he retorted defiantly.

“You were seven and still wetting the bed!” Grice shouted.

Orles' face turned purple with embarrassment: "You were spanked when you were a teenager! Damn it! Why do you have to spill everything?"

My goddaughter is still here!

Doesn't he want to lose face?

"So what if I got a spanking? It's better than you wetting the bed." Grice won back the score, his lips practically curling into a smile. Without a doubt, if he had a tail, it would be wagging happily right now.

"You, you, you!" Aurelius slammed his fist on the table in anger, pointing at Glass for a long time without being able to utter a complete sentence.

He was so angry he almost fainted!

"Get out," Glass snorted arrogantly.

"I won't!" Aurelius angrily sat down. "I'm sitting right here today, and I want to see what you have to say!"

"If I leave, who will know what you, this beast in human form, will do to my precious daughter?"

After speaking, Aurelius looked at his clone and said, "Daughter, don't be afraid. Your godfather is here today. That old bastard Grice won't dare to do anything to you."

The clone was left speechless, both amused and exasperated by these two clowns.

If I remember correctly, Orles was just calling Gress "boy" a moment ago, and now he's called an old man?

However, their conversation also reveals that they have a very good relationship.

Only true friends dare to argue like this.

“What would I do to her?” Glass didn’t want to argue with Orles. “Get out of here.” He pointed to the door.

Orles's backside seemed glued to the chair. "No."

"..."

Grice had no other choice but to activate his domain.

He pulled the clone inside.

Orles didn't expect Glais to do this. "Hey! What the hell?! Glais, you have no sportsmanship!"

Is he some kind of despicable person? He's being treated like a thief by Grace!

within the field.

The clone did not sense Grace's killing intent and hostility, so it did not gather its strength.

But we still have the necessary precautions.

After all, this space belongs to Grice.

I wonder what Grace is going to say. She's being all mysterious and pulling her into the field alone.

Gress stared at his clone, finding it difficult to speak. He knew her bone age was only in her early twenties, so young, still like a child. Would it seem too abrupt to call her "master"?

Besides, he's really too embarrassed to say it! What should he do?!

The two of them just stared at each other, wide-eyed.

One more thing, Grice has small eyes.

"You..." Finally, when his eyes were about to go dry, the clone couldn't help but speak.

He had barely uttered a single word when Grice suddenly lifted his cumbersome robe and knelt down with a swift motion.

"Master, please bow to me, my disciple!"

The clone thought he was about to launch a surprise attack and was terrified. It almost threw out the Bloodthirsty Blade and slit Grace's throat.

"Become my disciple? Why would you become my disciple?" The clone never expected that someone would remember him.

Could it be that Grice was conquered by her strength?

That can't be right, she felt that Grace's aura was much stronger than her own.

Alchemy? That's even more impossible; her alchemy skills are comparable to a pork tapeworm.

Grice is the Elven race's foremost alchemist!

After careful consideration, I've figured out the truth about the clone.

Grice must have been captivated by his own personal charm!

"Master, I want to learn witchcraft!" Grice's eyes shone brightly with anticipation.

I've already called him "Master," so it seems like the word "Master" isn't so hard to say after all.

Grace called out more and more smoothly, "Master, please accept me as your disciple! I truly want to learn!"

"My witchcraft is really just a sloppy, half-baked skill." The clone didn't want to mislead anyone.

But Grace was determined: "I'm not afraid! The elves don't interact with the outside world. Apart from Master, I can't find anyone else who knows witchcraft. Master is the strongest to me!"

"Uh..." The clone's lips twitched violently.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether Grace was praising her or scolding her.

“Master,” Grace said, gazing at him expectantly.

The clone said helplessly, "Get up first."

"No, I'll only get up if Master promises me." Grace was going all out, her tone carrying a frighteningly coquettish undertone.