Ten minutes after Archmage left, a guy in a clown suit pushed open the door of the bakery.
"Teacher." Louisa's eyes lit up when he saw the person.
"Tsk tsk, I'm in luck. There's pigeon pie today." The clown strutted into the shop and sat across from the girl. He snapped his fingers at the old man selling the bread. "Claire, one more pigeon pie."
His voice was very peculiar. It had the vicissitudes of an old man and the immaturity of a young man. You would probably never imagine that you would hear these two completely different voices from the same person. It was a very strange feeling. In fact, it was not just his voice. This guy looked very suspicious from head to toe. He was wearing a clown suit that covered his entire body. He had a funny big red nose and exaggerated pastels on his face. It was impossible to tell his age and appearance. It was even impossible to tell if he was a man or a woman.
Fortunately, there were no other customers in the bakery. Otherwise, they would probably be scared away by his appearance.
However, the old man named Claire did not seem surprised at all. He smiled and cut a piece of pigeon pie for him and brewed a pot of flower tea for him.
The clown was dissatisfied. "Hey, I said I don't drink flower tea. Pigeon pie and flower tea don't go well at all. At least have a bowl of pumpkin porridge."
The old man was unmoved. He took the pot of flower tea and pigeon pie and walked over. "Your throat is bad in the winter. I asked the doctor in the clinic. This pot of flower tea has herbs for treating coughs."
"Hehehehe. You believe the words of a bunch of quacks." The clown said disdainfully. "Claire, I think you're getting old." Although he said that, the clown still poured himself a cup. After all, it was better to have something to drink than nothing.
The old lady smiled, took out a closed sign, and hung it on the door. Then, she returned to her original position and continued to prepare the eggs and flour for tomorrow. Her small shop was located in a very remote place, and usually, there were not many customers. No one knew why she baked so much bread every day.
The clown shook his head and did not forget to educate Louisa. "Don't be like her in the future. Women have to make good use of their capital. When they are at their most beautiful, find a man they like and have a bunch of f * cking kids. That's the standard of a happy life."
Louisa stuck his tongue out. "Teacher, you talk too much today. There's no standard of happiness. You're only happy when you're happy yourself. I think Grandma Claire is quite happy. She has someone she likes. Even if she's alone, it's not bad. Marriage and all that stuff is troublesome."
"Hey, you're going against the heavens!" The clown slammed the table, "Louisa, when did your thoughts become so dangerous? Tell me, is it because of Claire?"
Unfortunately, probably because he didn't have much of an imposing aura, the clown's stare didn't have any effect. Louisa still had that 'what can you do to me' look.
"Alright, alright. Every time we meet, the topic is always led astray by you. It's time to talk about serious matters." In the end, it was the girl who forcefully pulled the topic back. Otherwise, with her understanding of the clown, he would probably ramble on about such a trivial matter for an entire night. Royce tapped his spoon against the side of his glass twice and put on a serious expression. "The rabbits have entered the field, and there should be quite a lot of them this time. So far, there are five of them, but I don't know if there are more in the dark. If there are, they should be well hidden. But since they're rabbits, they'll have to come out to eat.
The Clown picked up a knife and fork, cut a piece of pigeon pie, and put it into his mouth. He said vaguely, "Haven't those guys given up yet? There's no end to it. Well, this is one of the few fun things I have left. It's rare that everyone is here. Why don't we play it big?"
"Really, Teacher, you're always like this. You only care about having fun, and you don't care about how hard it is for us to set up the stage for you," Roy complained.
The Clown was as excited as a child who had just received a new toy. "Come, come. Tell me, who are the guys this time?"
Royce stretched out a hand. "Currently, we know that there are our old friends, the unshakable Andrea Family, the recently joined Mensa Family, and the never giving up Griffin Family. The Magic Association also sent a pair of twins, and they should be experts. Apart from them, there's also a guy named Rob. I don't know where he came from, but the girl beside him should be the current head of the Bretton Family, the daughter of the Scarlet Sword."
Once she got into work mode, the female archer's expression became very serious. "Also, I have to remind you that the haunting bastards from the Heresy Court have hidden themselves very well this time. I haven't discovered them yet, but I have a feeling that their people have already infiltrated the school. Including the previous five waves of people, there should be at least six rabbits in the enclosure now."
The Clown rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "A girl from the Bretton Family?"
"Yes. What's so special about her?" Royce was a little puzzled. Whether it was the Andrea Family, Mensa Family, or Griffin Family, they had all produced many powerful magicians. On the other hand, although the Bretton Family was also a wealthy family in the north, they had always been known to nurture swordsmen. There was no news of them producing any magicians. In Royce's opinion, Lolo and Rob seemed to be the least threatening of all the people she had mentioned.
The Clown didn't answer and instead asked, "Do you know how the Scarlet Sword died?"
Royce thought for a moment. "I heard it has something to do with the Heresy Court. Right, the Heresy Court seems to be secretly hunting her. Hmm, if that's the case, we can try to use her to lure out those rats hiding in the sewers."
"Haha." The clown didn't answer the question. There was something in his smile that Louisa couldn't understand, but he didn't object to the girl's suggestion. He nodded and said, "Let's do as you say. Tell Foreman not to interfere with what's happening in school. Since the rabbit has entered, it's time for our party."
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