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Chapter 445: Raising fish?

Bobby raised his head absentmindedly and was about to speak but someone took the initiative and stood in front of him.

"This is my junior, Commander." It was Joan.

"Captain..." Bobby's eyes were red with astonishment. Before, Joan had always forbidden him to call her senior sister, but now she stood in front of him as a senior to protect him...

"I've had contact with this kid when I was in school. He's definitely not the kind of person who talks nonsense." Joan ignored Bobby and just stared at Claire in front of him. "He's currently a member of my team. He performed well in this beast tide. I don't think he's worse than any noble knight!"

He shouldn't be abandoned just because his status is lower than that of a noble. This will chill the hearts of all civilian soldiers! Although Joan didn't finish her words, the accusation in her eyes clearly meant this. Claire rubbed her face again in pain to keep herself awake.

"I haven't said anything yet..." Claire was unable to defend herself, so she simply tilted her head and looked past Joan at the young man behind her.

"I know you, Bobby." Claire gave him a friendly smile. "Katherine mentioned you in her letter. You're a fifth-year student, right? You've made it here by winning the House Cup. That's amazing."

Bobby didn't expect that he had already been listed in the name of his brother by Catherine. He was a little overwhelmed for a moment, but he instinctively felt that the other party had no ill intentions, so he argued again - "I didn't lie!"

"I believe it." Claire nodded and looked at June. "Can we talk alone for a while?"

Joan looked back at Bobby, and after a moment's silence, she nodded and walked out. Now only Claire and Bobby were left in the command hall.

Claire had hardly slept in the past two days. He stood up from his chair to shake off his sleepiness, walked to Bobby's side and patted his shoulder, "Kid—"

"I'm not a child," Bobby corrected immediately, "I'm a soldier, sir."

"Okay, Warrior Bobby." Claire failed to get close to him and put down her hand awkwardly. Then she couldn't help laughing, "Katherine always says that. You should be quite familiar with her, right?"

"Well...we often attend classes and eat together. Her Highness Catherine is a calm and steady person."

"Ha." Claire was amused and let out a short laugh. Seeing Bobby's surprised look, he explained, "My sister didn't look like this when she was a child."

With nostalgia in his eyes, he walked to the door and looked at the sky outside. "It seems that you have adapted well here. Maybe you should write to your friends to tell them the good news. I remember that there are still two ravens left in this outpost."

Bobby looked at Claire's back, confusion in his eyes again. He really couldn't understand why these nobles always had hidden meanings in their words. Thinking of Lilith and everyone else, maybe he needed an interpreter?

There was no movement behind her. Claire turned her head and met Bobby's face full of clear stupidity. She sighed helplessly again, "Bobby, you are about the same age as my sister, but you... uh, you are like me, not good at those things, those intrigues."

He approached again, "You have all the qualities to be a great fighter, Bobby. Our battlefield is here, and Katherine's is in Highgarden. So, we just need to hold the line, and let her worry about Daniel and the Russell family."

Bobby's eyes widened immediately, as if he finally understood what Claire meant, and then he couldn't help thinking, "Isn't this a bad idea?"

He seemed to have inexplicably created a lot of trouble for Catherine.

"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight." Claire said calmly, "To be honest, I am not sure how to deal with the Russell child. It is not because of his background. In the face of cruel war, identity is meaningless. Our Bishop's ancestor Zora was also born a slave. But I cannot arbitrarily deny the help his family has given over the years. I hope you understand."

Bobby nodded, not quite understanding.

"The situation in High Court is changing rapidly. If I don't handle it properly, it may cause new troubles for Catherine. I think that although I can't help her, I shouldn't cause trouble for her at least. So, it's best to let her handle it herself..."

Although Claire had not been to Highgarden for a long time, she had heard about the difficult days when the princess had to endure hardships and was bullied everywhere. No matter how bad it was before, she still had Canyon to keep her company. It is always good to have a sibling to keep you company, but Canyon is now... Alas.

The eldest son of the Duke shook his head and decided not to think about these irrelevant things. "Do you believe Catherine?"

Bobby nodded blankly.

"That's all right. Go write a letter and tell her everything you know. I believe she will give you an explanation." Claire breathed a sigh of relief. He stretched and felt that he could finally have a good sleep. "I am so jealous of her now that she is well fed and clothed, and may even be enjoying good wine."

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"Your Highness, why don't you stop drinking?" Leila looked at Catherine worriedly and whispered in her ear.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Catherine's face had turned from the initial flush to snow-white, but she picked up the wine glass again and drank it all. The cheers of the dwarves around her almost blew the roof off.

Lilith sighed sadly in the carnival atmosphere.

What should I do? The Crown Prince of the Gaia Empire is going to become a drunkard!

With a clang, Catherine turned the cup upside down on the shiny stone table. Her eyes were as bright as stars as she stared at the dwarf across the long table. "I finished drinking first."

The other party was choked by these words and coughed repeatedly. His brown beard was now covered with wine, sticking wetly to his chin and chest, and his face turned red.

"Tsk tsk, it turns out this librarian likes to raise fish!" Lilith stood up on tiptoe to take a look, and there was still a small half of the fish hanging out in the other person's quilt!

What a shame! What a shame! The brown-bearded man was so angry that he stood on a chair and, amid a chorus of sighs, he pulled the key from his waist and threw it over. The bright orange copper key slid across the smooth tabletop and was held down by Catherine.

"I can't afford to play with it! Here you go!"