"What? You're the Clockmaker? So sir wasn't making up stories to fool us. The Clockmaker is real."
Hearing Ning Rongrong mention "sir," Misha grew interested and asked her a question.
"Is this sir of yours that child named Sunday?"
"Hey, watch how you talk, kid! How old are you, anyway? How can you call someone else a child?"
Ning Rongrong was immediately displeased to hear Misha call Sunday a child.
Sunday held a place in her heart that Misha could not casually belittle.
"Rongrong, don't be disrespectful!"
Seeing Ning Rongrong dare to talk back to the powerful figure before them, Dugu Yan immediately turned and scolded her.
Although they normally got along well, they still had to know what mattered most.
They were all in someone else's grasp right now. How could she act like this?
Misha, however, chuckled and shook his head.
"There's no need to be so cautious, youngsters. I decided to meet you on a whim. I'm truly sorry for bringing you here."
"Not at all, senior. If you really are the Clockmaker, does that mean everything sir told us is true?"
Misha raised his eyebrows at her words. Holding a dark top hat in his arms, he leaned back slightly and looked at Dugu Yan.
"What do you mean?"
Dugu Yan fell silent for a moment before raising her head to look at him.
"The so-called Clockwork Trick and the Trailblaze. I always thought they were merely my teacher's personal ideals, but now it seems the truth isn't what I imagined."
Hearing Dugu Yan's words, the others quieted down as well. A seed of doubt lay buried in their hearts, too.
At the mention of the Clockwork Trick, Misha's eyes filled with immense nostalgia.
"The Clockwork Trick... the will of the Trailblaze. It's been so long