Chapter 1657 The Prince's Call

"Babre, we have just received the news that Mr. McLean will not come tonight due to business... Besides, His Royal Highness is waiting for you in his study, and I want you to come over right now."

At nightfall that day, in the foyer of the manor of the British royal family, Barbre was waiting for Maca, Kingsley, and Delphi to arrive on time as in the previous few days.

Over the past few days, he has gradually adapted to his new magical power.

Although he was only able to control the degree of the hurricane a little bit at the moment, this feeling of being able to control natural phenomena really made him gradually addicted to it.

Therefore, recently, Barbre's awe and longing for Maca may be much more than that of the Queen.

"Mr. McLean isn't coming tonight?"

Hearing what the former colleague in front of him said, Barbre couldn't help but feel a burst of disappointment, so much so that he seemed a little bit uninterested in the prince's summoning.

But fortunately, at least for now, he still has a lot of obedience to members of the royal family. After knowing that the prince was looking for him, he nodded quickly.

"Okay, I'll go over now...thank you."

After expressing his gratitude to the other party, Barbre passed by the other party and quickly walked towards the stairs on the side of the hall.

Not long after, after he stepped on the rather gorgeous carpet of the royal family to the third floor and passed a corridor, he reached out and knocked on the door of the prince's study.

"Tuk tuk."

"Come in."

The prince's response was heard in the scriptures, and Barbre immediately opened one of the double doors slightly, and then walked in.

It has to be said that, as the heir to the throne, even though this is just a manor for temporary refuge, the study of His Royal Highness is still very large.

It is still a typical royal style decoration-glorious but unconventional, even Barbre is generally used to it, but he still feels more oppressive when there are royal family members present.

Right now, His Royal Highness, who had followed Maca many times with his queen mother, was sitting behind his desk that was as big as a dining table, looking up at Barbre who appeared at the door.

"You're here...well, come here!" the prince said to Babre, "Oh, yes! I just asked the maids and guards in charge of my place to leave first. Before you come here, remember to lock the door first. Bring it on!"

When Barbre, who had just come in from the door, heard it, he immediately turned his head and closed the door, and then walked over lightly according to the prince's words.

But on the way to the prince's desk, he inadvertently glanced at the bookshelf on the side of the study, only to find that there was another person in the prince's study at this time besides the prince himself.

"Is that... Mr. Davidson?"

Barbre looked at the back of the figure who seemed to be flipping through the books, and only looked at the cassock, and he realized that it should be the old bishop Davidson—the one who, because Mr. In one experiment, he could only stand outside the door very aggrieved with the guards.

Who would have thought that this former archbishop, who was once trusted by the queen, would suddenly fall into such an embarrassing situation?

"It is said...he is actually a wizard?"

While thinking this way, Barbre had already walked to the prince's desk. Immediately, he put aside the messy thoughts in his mind for the time being, and bowed to the prince.

"Your Highness, please come to me. Is there anything you want me to do?"

"Oh, no, at least not yet!" The prince smiled calmly at Barbre, and nodded slightly, showing some kindness and kindness, "I asked you to come here this time, just to chat with you. Just chat... don't stand there, there are chairs over there, sit down first!"

"Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness."

Barbre saluted again, followed Caiyi to the side of the desk, and sat down somewhat cautiously.

And at this moment, the prince behind the desk looked at him again and said:

"You don't have to be so restrained, you know, you are no longer an ordinary guard a few days ago! That's right, that's it, just relax a little bit."

Seeing that Barbre's sitting posture was obviously relaxed, the prince changed the subject and said:

"Speaking of this matter... How is it? Are you satisfied with the latest treatment given to you by the royal family? Without the usual tasks of patrolling and standing guard, do you feel that even your daily life has become a lot easier?"

When Barbre heard it, he leaned slightly and said:

"This is thanks to Her Majesty's love and His Royal Highness's concern... Yes, it is indeed a lot easier to say that it is easy. However, in order to live up to the trust of the royal family, I am currently working hard every day to get acquainted with The feeling of using magic. If you can master some tricks as soon as possible, you can serve the royal family as soon as possible.”

Barbre knew very well that he had to say something to whomever he met—he was very clear that the reason why the royal family valued him was magic after all.

And at this moment, the prince immediately said:

"Don't have such a big psychological burden, don't worry! My mother and I have seen your hard work and persistence. Whether it is the perseverance when accepting the experiment, or the persistence of practicing at the back of the manor every day, we You can see it all!"

Having said this, the prince suddenly paused. Then at last he asked Barbre a question that seemed a lot like the real purpose of the conversation.

"By the way," the prince said suddenly, "how should I put it...Babre, I don't know what you think of that wizard, Mr. Maca McClain? Would you 'hate' him? After all, he That tube of reagent really made you suffer a lot—I was watching from the side at the time, and I could see that you were obviously in great pain at that time."

"'Hate'...?" Barbre was taken aback when he heard the words, "Maybe a little bit! Because anyway, the experiment has the possibility of death. After experiencing this kind of thing, I think who probably Everyone will hate and fear him!"

As he was speaking, Barbre quickly but hesitated and said:

"Of course, there is definitely nothing to hate now. It can even be said that if you don't go through that kind of pain, you won't be able to get the power you have now."

"Well, is that really the case?" The prince nodded slightly, "But, don't you think that Mr. McLean is... a little too arrogant? Leaving aside his attitude, at least I think he excluded Mr. Davidson from the experiment The process of this is somewhat inappropriate..."

When he said this, the old bishop on the other side of the bookshelf finally turned around.