"Can I make money?"
"Can't you make money?"
"Then why do you still do it? You can't make any money, but you will also invest a lot of money in it." Irene was a little confused and didn't quite understand Claire's thankless behavior.
"They are like arsenic and I am like honey... Some things are not distinguished by whether they can make money." Claire looked up at the starry sky and continued, "Some people are not willing to learn even if you give them money."
"And some people hope to get a chance to learn even if they give money to others."
"So what seems like a thankless thing to you is a very worthwhile thing to me..."
Irene listened thoughtfully to Claire's words. Claire glanced at her and continued, "Don't you also feel very happy when you see the happiness on the faces of those residents?"
Irene recalled the residents who warmly welcomed me with smiles when he entered the city. He nodded and said, "Indeed, their smiles really touched my heart, and I couldn't help but feel happy."
"So, if someone is pursuing profit, I might be pursuing the smiles of those people. Or you can think that I am pursuing fame and their evaluation of me, so I am so good to them."
Hearing Claire's words, Irene laughed.
"Chasing fame? You don't seem like that."
Claire also laughed, "Then what kind of person does Your Highness think I am?" Claire is still happy to hear other people's opinions about themselves.
After asking this question, Irene started to think deeply. Although we can see the residents' evaluation of Claire from all aspects of Nafu City since entering the city.
Yuna also told him all the deeds of Claire in front of him, but when Claire actually asked, Irene didn't know how to describe it.
Those were all heard from other people's mouths, which is too one-sided. But her true understanding of Claire seemed to be only a little bit, and only now did Irene realize it.
This seemed to be her second meeting with Claire. The relationship between the two was so familiar, as if they had known each other for many years, and there was no barrier.
But this was also the reason why she couldn't describe it. Only now did she realize that she knew too little about Claire.
After thinking for a while, Irene shook his head and replied, "If you didn't ask, I thought I knew you very well, but now it seems that I know very little about you."
Claire unexpectedly raised his eyes. He didn't expect Irene to think so deeply. He originally thought that Irene would just casually praise him as a good lord.
"I'll understand later, there's still a lot of time." Claire said easily, leaning on the wooden rattan railing.
Irene suddenly smiled and said, "Why wait until later? Let's understand it now."
"Okay, then what do you want to know about me?" Claire also responded with a smile.
He was rarely so relaxed. When facing Regan, they had a master-servant relationship. When facing Sophia, they always had to quarrel with her. Although the relationship between Isaac and Shane was more like friends, they always talked about work matters when they got together, and there were very few small talk like this.
"I'll ask, you answer. Don't lie. Lying is like a puppy." Irene said cutely with his index finger raised.
Claire pursed his lips. He had not played such a childish game for a long time. He immediately smiled and said, "Okay, I'm just a puppy, woof woof!"
"You!" Irene pointed at Claire and shouted angrily, "You didn't plan to tell the truth in the first place, right?"
"How could it be?"
"Then you should bark like a puppy."
"Okay, okay, let's get started."
Irene gave Claire a fierce look, then frowned and thought for a moment before asking, "When was the last time you cried?"
"A few hours ago..."
"?! Huh?"
"I cut onions when I was cooking for you, and it made me cry."
Irene: "..."
"This doesn't count. Give me an honest answer!" Irene almost pinched Claire's neck and asked.
"Okay, okay." Claire raised his hands in surrender and said, "A few months ago, my father had just passed away."
"Sorry..." Irene's voice weakened.
"It's okay, it's all over. I've looked past it now." Claire said casually. It's indeed over. Claire has now forgotten what that cheap dad looked like.
But the more he saw Claire's casual appearance, the more Irene felt sad, feeling that his problem had hurt Claire.
"Let me ask you a question, what is your ideal love like?"
This question stunned Claire for a moment. He had never seriously thought about this question before.
While Claire was thinking, Irene kept staring at Claire's face, as if he could see flowers.
Claire shook his head first, "You asked me so suddenly, but I don't know. But after thinking about it, I still prefer the kind of plain love, which is not as tragic as in the story..."
"When two people sit together and don't talk, they don't feel awkward. Although they still bicker occasionally, they still love each other deeply in their hearts. It makes me feel that we are happier than when we are alone. That's about it."
Irene looked incredulous after hearing this, "You, a person who has written such a great love story, would actually like that kind of ordinary love?"
"Those are too idealistic. I still prefer a life with more fireworks."
"Yeah." Irene nodded. I don't know if she heard it. Girls of her age probably still yearn for the beautiful love in the story.
"Then next question, what do you think is the most romantic thing?"
Girls are always full of longing for such romantic things. Claire turned around and glanced at Irene, and replied, "Of course I am following a Princess on an airship to see the mermaids!"
After listening to Claire's words, Irene's face turned crimson visibly.
Claire thinks it's very interesting. It's really fun to tease girls.
Irene used his hands to apply it on his face, trying to lower the temperature.
"Hoo ho ho!" Irene breathed, with a shy expression, "Don't say such things out loud!"
Claire raised his hands and surrendered again, "Okay, okay, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have told the truth."
As soon as he finished saying this, Irene's face, which had just cooled down, turned red again, like a red apple, and he waved his hands in a panic.
"You, you, you! Why are you like this!"
Claire opened his hands innocently, "How are you doing?"
"You, you, you!"
"Me me me!" Claire said with a smile.
"You scoundrel! Huh!" Irene said goodbye to his red face.
Claire then let her go and fine-tuned the direction of the airship to avoid running to the wrong coast.
After more than ten minutes, Irene finally recovered, and his face was no longer as red as before.
"One more question."
"Huh?" Claire put down the rudder in his hand, turned around and asked, "Any more questions?"
Irene's face quietly turned a little crimson, and he asked a little shyly, "Um... do you have someone you like now?"