The book was indeed very thick and very difficult to understand. Not to mention a five-year-old cub, even an adult may not necessarily be able to read it. However, Chloe was now sitting on the sofa with a serious expression, her lips unconsciously pursed, holding the brick-thick spellbook in her hands.
Xavier sat across from her, relaxing on the sofa with his legs crossed, subconsciously twirling a pen in his hand.
After a long time, Xavier abruptly spoke: "Have you memorized it?"
Chloe raised her head from behind the book, expressionless: "No."
"Are you really not memorized, or pretending you didn't?"
Chloe didn't answer anymore.
Seeing this, Xavier stood up and slowly took the book from the cub's hands. After opening it, he coldly said one word: "Recite."
Chloe closed her mouth tightly without letting a single word pop out.
After waiting for a long time without hearing any sound, Xavier put the book down with an inscrutable expression:
"Why don't you want to recite it in front of me?"
However, Chloe didn't answer his question. She only said: "I want to go find Kewen to recite the book."
Xavier looked at her coldly for a moment, threatening: "If you don't recite, don't expect to get your other fang either."
He was referring to the two fangs that vampire cubs originally had. Due to a previous accident, Chloe now only had one left.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Chloe was clearly annoyed.
She glared fiercely at Xavier, but did not get any response.
Chloe carefully weighed that with her current strength, she definitely could not hurt Xavier.
So she had to become stronger.
Chloe reluctantly recited the first five pages of spells to Xavier without missing a single word and with accurate pronunciation. However, this five-year-old cub had only touched this book for less than three hours.
This was not a genius, this was simply a prodigy.
Xavier's eyes turned somewhat dark. He closed the book and let Chloe leave, instructing her not to slack off during this time.
He could come to check Chloe's recital situation anytime. Chloe took the book, perfunctorily nodded and then eagerly left Xavier's office.
After the cub disappeared completely from his sight, Xavier looked back at the office documents on his desk.
After a long time, thinking of something, he called Kewen in a low voice.
Vampires moved very fast. High-ranking vampires could even directly control the brains of lower-ranking vampires to communicate.
So Kewen arrived quickly:
"Ancestor, do you have any orders?"
Xavier held a pen between his fingers, tapping the metal pen cap on the wooden desk, making a crisp sound.
"It seems my cub really likes you."
The voice was indecipherable between pleasure and anger.
Kewen broke out in a cold sweat on his back and said with gritted teeth: "Perhaps because... I once rescued the young miss in the first place."
Xavier's eyes drooped slightly, looking at the ground, "Just because of that?"
Kewen: "...Should be."
After he finished speaking, Xavier was silent.
He was thinking about what he was doing on the day his cub was caught, it seemed he was handling official business.
Vampires have weak ties of kinship. Even if they are directly related by blood, they would not intentionally give more care, let alone Xavier as the Ancestor.
But he couldn't say why, Xavier felt he had done wrong by leaving his five-year-old cub to the foster center, and not personally getting involved when his cub was kidnapped.
Xavier, who had always looked down from above, felt that he had made a mistake, how rare.
At the same time, he also realized that for a genius cub like Chloe, even if not because of personal feelings, he should take good care of her for the future of the vampires.
Upon thinking of this, Xavier asked in a low voice: "What do five-year-old cubs usually like?"
Or rather, what could win Chloe’s favor?
As soon as these words came out, the corners of Kewen’s lips couldn’t help curving up.
It seemed that the relationship between this father and daughter didn’t need his worry at all.
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Chloe didn’t know about this.
All she knew was that she received a skull pillow the next day.
A literal skull.
The sturdy human skeleton was preserved intact and should have undergone special vampire treatment, making the skull very firm and not easily collapsing.
Moreover, it could be seen that this skeleton was very healthy during life. The bones showed a beautiful milky white.
Chloe looked at the skull taller than herself and asked calmly:
"Are you sure this is a pillow?"
"Yes, young miss." The servant's tone was very calm, and there was some pride in it when listening carefully, "This is the best-selling vampire cub toy in recent years. Most cubs use it as a pillow."
"Of course, rest assured, young miss, the sources of these skulls are very regular and legal. We signed contracts with the human world long ago."
Chloe: "......Is that what I'm worried about? Why can something like this be used as a pillow at all?"
Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to hold?
She looked up and found that the servant in front showed obvious confusion after hearing her words.
Chloe knew that this question would definitely not pass.
She simply gave up: "Nothing. You can go. I'll take the skull."
Hearing this, the servant nodded and was about to leave when Chloe called him back from behind:
"Wait, may I ask who sent me this skull?"
The servant immediately smiled: "It was the Ancestor, young miss. The Ancestor cares about you so much."
Chloe: "......"
Very good, it was him again.
The rebellious desire to kill dad became stronger.
Chloe slammed the door shut and looked at the skull in extreme disgust.
Which normal child would like skulls?
But on second thought, this was the world of vampires. Maybe their aesthetics were just like that.
While she could understand, Chloe just couldn't agree.
She tried hard to move the skull to the corner of the room, then covered it with a white cloth, hiding it tightly.
Out of sight, out of mind.
After doing all this, Chloe climbed back onto the bed and started reading the heavy spellbook while lying on the bedding.
Xavier had given her three days. Although Chloe hated this dad very much, she would try her best to memorize this book within three days.
In fact, before rebirth, in that dangerous apocalyptic world, what Chloe was best at was observing and remembering the terrain at that time in a very short period of time, because it was most beneficial to fighting.
Finally being able to settle down, Chloe also wanted to try challenging her memory limit. Reciting books was currently the simplest and most effective training method.
So in the next few days, whether in the manor or at school, Chloe would seize every opportunity to take out the thick book from her little bat backpack and seriously recite it.
The three days passed quickly. Xavier was about to come check Chloe’s recital results.
