Chapter 21: Claire’s Perception (1/2)

“What, what do you want to do?” Walter asked, shaking.

“Come on, genius magician, form a contract with my darling disciple. Become Claire’s second pair of eyes.” Emery chuckled. A spirit’s senses were far better than the senses of a normal person.

“What can I do? Right now I don’t have even the slightest bit of energy.” After hearing this, Walter was a bit relieved.

“No, I can let you gain some energy. But you must become my disciple’s second pair of eyes and help her detect and survive dangers.” Emery said.

“What contract?” Walter asked doubtfully, then frowned. “I’m telling you, don’t even think about restricting me forever. And not the master-servant soul contract either.”

Emery shook his head and said gently, “No, I only need an equal contract where you and Claire can communicate mentally within a certain radius. Claire will probably meet a lot of danger in the future. I hope you can help dispel those dangers with all your effort. As compensation, I’ll help you recover some of your power and find a suitable body for you.”

“That good?” Once he heard this, Walter was delighted, but then asked in suspicion, “Are you trying to deceive to me?”

“Definitely not. I swear upon my honor as a magician.” Emery said seriously.

“Then that’s good, no problem.” Walter was happy again. In the days that followed when Walter met those unusually annoying problems, he would realize how tragic it was that he agreed to Emery’s proposal. If Claire was a little devil, then Emery was a big devil.

Claire looked at the two negotiating, confused. Emery then made Claire put her hand on top of the Spiritual Stone and started chanting some strange incantation. A faint white light covered Claire and the Spiritual Stone. The white light dissipated after a short while, but Claire felt something different in her head. She could now communicate directly with Walter telepathically!

“Walter should be more sensitive to dark magic, so with Walter by your side, things will be much easier.” This was what Emery said, but Claire didn’t really understand what he meant. She only felt that Emery was planning for something!

“Alright, Claire, you just came back today so you must be tired. You should rest early.” Emery pushed open the window and jumped out.

Claire looked thoughtfully at the Spiritual Stone in her hand while stroking her chin. She knitted her brows, thinking.

“Walter, is this Spiritual Stone very valuable? Can you conceal your dark aura?” Claire frowned as she asked.

“Of course it’s very valuable. By attaching myself to this stone, I can hide my dark aura. If I don’t expose myself on purpose, then everyone would think this was a normal stone.” Walter said, very pleased with himself. This meant that when Emery found out there was something in the stone, it was Walter himself who purposely exposed himself.

“Valuable?” Claire played around with the small stone, and said casually, “It’s disposable, only able to be used once before becoming trash. This thing is valuable?”

“Of course, this could count as a sub-Artifact! You can store a spirit inside. There are very few people who can recognize this is a Spiritual Stone. Your master is remarkable. Even the Divine Prince couldn’t identify it.” The last sentence was completely unnecessary. If the Divine Prince recognized this stone, Walter wouldn’t be here talking to Claire right now.

At least with Walter around her it would be easier to sense dark auras. Claire thought about it, then let it go. Today she was too tired. She would ask this guy about dark magic another day.

“Sleep.” Walter was waiting for Claire to respond, only to hear this lazy word again.

Walter again stared at Claire when she calmly took off her clothes. Then with only one glance from Claire, Walter felt cold all over, and hurriedly squirmed into the Spiritual Stone.

The next day, as soon as Claire woke up, the housekeeper came to tell her that the scholar Camille would come and teach her literature and math. Looks like Gordan had already prepared a schedule for Claire this summer.

After breakfast, Claire went to her own study. Camille was already there waiting for her. Everyone had a study, but Duke Gordan’s study had more books, so Claire usually liked to read there.

Just like before, Camille acted cultured and refined, with his never changing gentle smile. His gorgeous blonde hair was still splendid.

“Teacher, thank you for waiting.” Claire smiled and curtsied before Camille.

“No, I’ve also just arrived. Let’s start class then.” Camille smiled.