The Poorest Lord of the Clock Tower

A loud bang was accompanied by a tremor in the ground, and snowflakes fell like rain from the car roof, leaves, and other high places.

A ferocious-looking dragon appeared before them.

Everyone was stunned; no one had expected such a sudden turn of events.

They began to stir restlessly, and the Magus in their Magic Crest quickly took up defensive positions, wary of being attacked by the dragon.

Even the train conductor Rohan, was nervous, watching the Gretel and the Jabberwocky with great care.

If the train is destroyed, he will have nowhere to cry.

Targeting the children?

With that esteemed person present, even if hundreds more like him were to arrive, it would be a waste.

Olga Marie mechanically turned her head and saw the Jabberwocky appear behind her; she didn't react for a moment.

She was a little dazed, her outstretched arms hanging there, forgetting to put them down.

These children...

Illya covered her face. "Ah! We're doomed, our Master is definitely going to yell at us..."

Little Jeanne also advised, "Alice, quickly put away the Jabberwocky."

"No!" Gretel was already in a frenzied state and couldn't listen to anything. She turned to the Jabberwocky and instructed, "Don't come back until you've uprooted this entire forest!"

After saying that, she stormed into the train carriage and disappeared from everyone's sight without looking back.

The children looked at each other and quickly caught up.

A pile of snowmen and a group of people who were dumbfounded were left at the scene.

Rohan breathed a sigh of relief. As long as there were no problems with the train, he was at ease and wouldn't interfere with anything else.

Gretel patted Olga Marie's listless eyes to wake her up and asked with concern, "Miss Olga Marie, are you alright?"

"I..." Olga Marie felt like she must be dreaming. She didn't know what she had done.

She was actually worried about the children, afraid that something might happen to them.

Olga Marie blushed instantly. The distant sound of the Jabberwocky smashing trees seemed to mock her, making her feel even more ashamed.

"Hey..." Teresa came over, hugged her, and patted her head.

"They won't blame you," Teresa said, referring to the children. "These children can tell your good intentions."

"But..."

Olga Marie still couldn't accept this fact; she felt like a clown.

Teresa didn't know how to persuade her. She had always been by Olga Marie's side and knew her personality very well. She was too strong-willed. Even though she cared about others, she always acted very sternly and had a bad temper.

To put it nicely, this is called being arrogant; to put it bluntly, she's just putting on a brave face.

Teresa helped Olga Marie back to her room to rest; she needed to calm down.

Gretel glanced at the atmosphere and turned back. She had intended to help establish coordinates in the forest, but that was no longer necessary.

What is that?

The Magus who remained at the scene whispered among themselves.

"The Jabberwocky,' that's what I heard the little girl call it."

Hartless took advantage of everyone's attention being focused on the Jabberwocky and quietly slipped away.

"Jabberwocky ... Alice ..." He searched his mind for the Gretel's real name as he hurried toward the Child of Fuyuki.

The Child of Fuyuki, who was being ravaged by the Jabberwocky, certainly couldn't hold on. He couldn't let this useful card just disappear here.

Hartless is going to retrieve the core of the Child of Fuyuki and preserve it once more.

Once they were far from the train, Hephaestion appeared beside him. "What happened?"

Hartless said with a wry smile, "It's that child named Alice. She summoned the Jabberwocky. I'm afraid the Child of Fuyuki won't last long."

Hephaestion narrowed his eyes, recalling the colorful fairy tale book that Gretel had taken out last night. "Alice is not her real name; her true form is a fairy tale book."

"Book?"

"That's right, her real name should be Gretel!" Hephaestion said very seriously.

"Heroic Spirit are truly peculiar beings; even fairy tale books can become Heroic Spirit." Hartless laughed, his curiosity about Heroic Spirit growing even stronger.

Hephaestion warned, "Don't underestimate her. Do you know what the greatest characteristic of a book is?"

"The book's most distinctive feature?" Hartless looked at her blankly, waiting for her answer.

"No matter how many great achievements a human being makes, his life will only go from birth to death, and that will not change."

"But books are different. When you open a book, you can turn to any page, whether it's the beginning, the end, or any page in the middle."

Hephaestion explained slowly.

"Time!" Hartless quickly understood the implication of her words. His expression turned horrified, and Earth God filled his eyes. "You mean that little girl can manipulate time!"

Hephaestion nodded. "To be precise, Gretel can manipulate her own time. As long as she is alive, she can return to the very beginning."

"For example, that Jabberwocky, even if you kill it, Gretel can restore it in an instant."

"Should we still go back to that car?" Hartless hesitated. "Although I'd love to see Lord El-Melloi II's brilliant reasoning, wouldn't it be too risky?"

"We must go!" Hephaestion's eyes widened. "Not only that incompetent Magus, but those children clearly know the King of Conquerors, and I want to know why."

"Okay, okay." Hartless shrugged, looking like he was willing to risk his life for her.

Teresa accompanied Olga Marie back to her room, and shook her head helplessly as she looked at the dejected Olga Marie.

"Silly Marie, stand up straight!"

Teresa suddenly encouraged him loudly.

Olga Marie instinctively looked up, recalling the words Teresa had always used to encourage her.

She asked, "Teresa, did I do something wrong?"

"What are you thinking about!" Teresa gently patted her head. "You silly little thing..."

She comforted her, saying, "You did nothing wrong, but you should try to befriend them and communicate with them kindly."

Olga Marie looked at Teresa and listened attentively to her opinion.

"They are all good girls, otherwise, with their strength, they wouldn't need to care about your feelings at all," Teresa explained. "But they didn't. The fact that they didn't force their way through when you stopped them speaks volumes."

"Don't be discouraged. You should be more confident. My little Marie is the cutest girl ever!"

Chapter 15, Section 236: The Poorest Lord the Clock Tower

The Child of Fuyuki disappeared, vanished into the vast white snow amidst the rampage of the Jabberwocky, leaving only ruins behind.

The moment the Child of Fuyuki disappeared, the Jabberwocky also disappeared, its mission accomplished, and it returned to the Gretel book.

Train conductor Rohan sat in the driver's seat and slowly exhaled. He had dedicated everything to this train, and he felt relieved that it was safe and sound.

"Fortunately, it wasn't Forest of Einnashe's true form that appeared here, otherwise we..."

"Otherwise, we will have no choice but to ask that sir for help," the auctioneer Leondra continued, finishing Rohan's sentence.

Rohan nodded and picked up the radio microphone.

"Let's get ready to depart; we've been here too long."

The train restarted and slowly drove away from the snow-covered area, continuing its cruise along the Ley Line.

The children were all downcast when they returned to their room. What had just happened was unpleasant, and they were also worried that Yuxian would blame them.

Gretel stood there with her head down, looking sullen and silent.

Yuxian raised his right hand high and swung it down heavily, as if to hit her.

The other children closed their eyes, too afraid to watch what was about to happen, but Gretel stood there motionless, as if she hadn't noticed Yuxian's movements.

Yuxian's attempt to tease her failed, so he gently placed his hand on her head and stroked it a few times.

What's wrong with our lovely Alice?

Yuxian had no intention of blaming her. In fact, when they went out to play, he was mentally prepared that these children would definitely cause trouble for Child of Fuyuki.

I just didn't expect this commotion to be so big.

However, Yuxian still wouldn't blame them for it.

As long as these children abide by the few requirements set by Yuxian, such as not Independent Action without permission and not killing people indiscriminately.

He can accept being a little willful.

What child doesn't misbehave? Yuxian wasn't much better than them when she was young.

"Master, is Alice really that annoying?"

Yuxian reached out and picked her up, looking intently into her eyes, "Anyone who dares to hate my Alice, I'll never forgive them!"

He spoke with force and unwavering resolve.

Gretel burst into tears and buried her face in Yuxian's shoulder, sobbing heavily.

Yuxian gently patted her back to comfort her.

Knock knock knock!

There was a knock on the door.

Upon opening the door, one finds an embarrassed Olga Marie standing outside, with Teresa smiling behind her.

"Ah! You made Alice cry, and you still dare to come here!"

The children glared at her angrily, showing their displeasure.

"I'm... I'm sorry..."

Olga Marie saw Nursery Gretel crying on Yuxian's shoulder and stammered an apology.

Seeing this, Mash went up to comfort the other children and invited Olga Marie and Teresa into the room.

Yuxian smiled kindly at Olga Marie and said to her, "The children have caused you trouble."

Olga Marie blushed slightly. "I... I... it's nothing!"

She turned her head away as she spoke, seemingly not very good at handling this kind of situation.

Teresa naturally took over the conversation, and she said kindly to the children, "Little Marie isn't very good at getting along with people, so please forgive her."

She had a knack for dealing with children; after just a few words, she convinced them, and all their previous dissatisfaction vanished.

After clearing up the small misunderstanding, Yuxian led everyone to the living room carriage. The auction was about to begin, and he didn't want to miss it.

A large number of people have gathered here; most of the people who have come on this train are here for the Mystic Eyes.

Melvin came over as soon as he saw the children. "Thanks to you, I didn't have to spend the night in the snow. The cold was really unbearable."

His face was beaming with a hearty smile, but then he coughed up a mouthful of blood. His lips, still stained with crimson blood, were still upturned in a strange smile.

The children unconsciously took a step back.

Strange old man.

This is how they perceive Melvin.

Seeing the children's actions, Melvin exclaimed with an exaggerated expression, "You're making me so sad."

"Wipe the blood off your mouth first," Waver said, shaking his head as he walked over and introduced, "This is my good friend Melvin Wienz, a matchmaker."