Elizebeth leaned her head lazily. "You can be our personal clown."
The girl with short hair growled to surpass her murderous aura.
"What a cutie."
- Meredith!
Elizebeth swiftly raised both of her hands, surrendered.
- You are the most random lad that I'd ever met.
"Do you hate it, my friend?" Elizebeth propped her chin with her palm, a small smirk plastered her face.
-I am enjoying your freak show, my friend. Even if you ask me to follow you. Even in the depths of hell, I will gladly follow you, my friend.
Elizebeth sighed happily. "Thank you." The sudden change of subject raised their sentiment but not so long. "Baron, you may report your findings to me."
But Baron was the wisest old man. He saw how hard both Elizebeth and Blake played innocent, although he had no intention to blow their cover. He had no reason to pry into a young lady's business.
- Very well, this old man is ready with his minute meeting.
