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Desire is the soil for ambition to grow, while power and wealth are catalysts. For the first time, Claire felt that he might be able to go further, for example, think about that more special position.

He always thought his father was a cowardly person, but now it seems that he is cowardly. Although his father is not very capable, at least his soul is brave and full of force.

Back in the manor, Claire found his mother. Looking at the slightly beautiful woman, but already looked a little old-fashioned, a hint of tenderness slipped through his eyes: "Mother, I want to ask, grandparents, what are their identities?"

"They are just ordinary businessmen." The woman had a faint shame on her face: "I know what you are thinking, why, as the daughter of a businessman, can marry your father, and he has only me as a woman in his life? Actually, I don't know much, so I can only treat it as your father. He really loves me."

Looking at his mother with a sweet smile, a faint nostalgia and sadness, he felt that it would be better to keep the mother secret as the king's illegitimate daughter.

Leave her more time to be happy.

"Yes, my father is really nice to you." Claire smiled and said, "Thank you for my hard work during this period of illness."

The woman was a little surprised why her son said this. In the past, her son didn't like to express his feelings.

But no matter what, harmony among relatives is a good thing after all, and she didn't delve into it much.

After chatting for a few more casually, Claire returned to his room. He refused the maid's service and lay alone on the bed, turning his head to look at the night sky outside.

At some point, the dark clouds had dissipated, and a bright moon hung in the sky, shining on the earth.

After knowing his true identity, his father's forbearance back then, and his true attitude toward Earl Billy, Claire felt that the heavy stone pressing on his body had disappeared at some point.

Maybe, I can really do something.

He thought to himself, turned on the expensive white paper and wrote down his future ideas and plans.

Before he knew it, it was already dawn, but Claire still didn't feel sleepy. Instead, he felt a little hungry and was about to send someone to bring breakfast, but someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The housekeeper came in, gave a salute first, and then said with a serious expression: "Master, Prince Bowens sent someone over and said that you would come here immediately."

Claire was stunned for a moment, then understood something, and a very strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When he went to the prince's manor, he heard the prince roaring inside before he could enter.

"You guys are all idiots and trash. Everyone else entered my room and made me look like this. And you didn't react at all. Are you going to take my head away before you can be happy!"

Claire was a little strange. The door was open. When he went in, he saw Prince Bowens at first sight. Then his mouth was big and he almost laughed out loud. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and stopped his smile.

But because of this, his cheeks thrust. After all, it was quite difficult to hold back the crazy laughter.

Prince Bowens turned his face with a shiny bald head, looked at Claire, and shouted angrily: "If you want to laugh, don't feel so uncomfortable."

At this time, Claire had already recovered. He said angrily: "Who is it, who did it? Prince, tell me, I will help you kill him immediately."

"What if I say it was made by the Pope?" Bowens said sinisterly.

Claire immediately smiled awkwardly.

After taking a few deep breaths, Prince Bowens sat down and waved the little leaders in charge of the safety of the manor. Finally, he poured himself some white powder, placed it on the paper, held it up and placed it in his nose to suck.

The powder entered his nose, and the prince sighed intoxicatedly, then opened his eyes and said, "Claire, would you like it if I asked you to find a way to kill Selia?"

Claire already understood what was going on, but he still pretended to be surprised and said, "Prince, didn't you just say yesterday that you are becoming more and more interested in her, and you want her to be your princess?"

"I dare not want a bold and uncontrolled woman." The prince touched his bald head and felt even more hatred. He knew that from today on, he would be a joke among the nobles, and he didn't know how others would laugh at him in private in the future.

Claire was a little happy, and more admired. He felt that Selia was a good woman and she didn't even want to be a princess. If she was an ordinary noble woman, she would definitely give it a try even though she knew that the possibility was not high.

If she becomes king, would she be a queen?

This thought suddenly came to Claire's mind, and then he felt his lips dry, and he narrowed slightly as he looked at the prince's eyes.

"I ask you, would you like to find a way to kill her?"

Claire thought for a while and said embarrassedly: "His Highness Prince Bowens, Selia, she saved my life."

"Forget it, forget it. I know you are useless." The prince waved his hand irritably: "Get out."

Claire walked out of the door with a flattering smile, and then his face gradually became cold.

In the North County Monastery, Beta looked at Monica with a funny look: "I didn't expect that you were so naughty that you actually shaved the prince's head."

"Don't be lazy." Monica first smiled and played with a playful look for credit, and then grinned sinisterly: "This will make my anger vent and you can also sue the useless prince. I can take off his head at any time."

Beta was quite sure of Monica's approach. In this case, killing the prince is a very unfavorable choice. Although he is a prince who fled, it represents a symbol of the royal family. If he dies at Monica's hands, it will not only make Monica the target of public criticism, but also stir the already turbid "water" more like mud.

"I guess those archbishops will start to be unable to sit still after hearing this news."

Sure enough, just as Beta finished speaking, the temple guards came to report that several archbishops united and asked Monica to come over.

"They panic." Monica waved proudly with the invitation.

"I'm panicking, and I'm putting pressure on you. I want to join forces and put pressure on you." Beta stood up: "I'll go with you and protect you so that they won't take any ruthless actions."

"Really?" A clear light flashed in Monica's eyes: "Are you worried about me?"
Chapter completed!