Remorse After Breaking Up

Chapter 453

After the recent exchange, Sebastian felt that Cleef's strength was quite ordinary.

He wouldn't even consider taking Cleef as his disciple, much less the other way around.

"Seamus, why are you just standing there? Quick, accept Uncle as your mentor," Artemis reminded him urgently, seeing him lost in thought.

She was genuinely happy for Sebastian; becoming her uncle's disciple would free him from menial tasks, and no one would dare bully him again.

More importantly, he would receive her uncle's teachings, promising a limitless future.

"I don't want to be your disciple," Sebastian suddenly declared.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone wondered if they had misheard. This was an opportunity people would dream of, and he rejected it.

"This guy must be out of his mind. He's a complete fool," they thought.

"My father wants to take you as his disciple. This is an incredible opportunity, and you refuse it? You're so ungrateful," Clara sneered.

"Exactly. I think he's just a fool who doesn't understand what it means to become Mr. Cleef's disciple," others mocked.

"Seamus, what are you saying? Being my uncle's disciple is a great honor. Why are you refusing?" Artemis asked, feeling somewhat confused and a bit angry.

"I'm fine as I am," Sebastian replied.

Everyone was speechless. Preferring to remain a housekeeper over becoming Cleef's disciple was beyond foolish; it was madness.

"Becoming a disciple is no small matter. It's understandable that you need time to accept it. How about this? I'll give you three days to think it over. If you decide to accept, you can come to me anytime," Cleef said.

Everyone felt baffled. Cleef was being too kind to this fool.

Cleef, however, saw nothing wrong with it. He knew Sebastian's strength was on par with his own. If Sebastian hadn't lost his memory, he wouldn't have offered to make him a disciple.

Cleef thought he could take advantage of Sebastian's amnesia. He could accept him as a disciple, treat him well, and even if he regained his memory, he would remember Cleef's kindness.

However, Sebastian's refusal left him disappointed.

"Let's do this. I'll assign you to work in the alchemy pot, assisting Glenn. If you learn pill refinement, you can become an alchemist," Cleef said.

Everyone was filled with envy and jealousy again.

The alchemy room was the most important department in the family. Alchemists enjoyed the highest status and treatment. Even being an assistant was a coveted position since pleasing the alchemist could lead to receiving valuable pills as rewards.

Glenn Strauss was the Strauss family's chief alchemist. Learning under Glenn meant that even someone with average talent could become an alchemist in ten years.

The previous two assistants had both become alchemists. Many people, including collateral disciples, coveted this position.

It was baffling that Cleef gave such a precious opportunity to a fool.

"Thank you, Mr. Strauss," Sebastian accepted this time because the mention of pill refinement triggered someOwned by NôvelDrama.Org.

fragmented memories.

He felt he had done similar work before, and working in the alchemy room might help him regain his memory. After returning, Cleef told his wife Yasmin about the situation.

Yasmin was equally surprised. "A divine grandmaster in his 20s must be a super genius. He would be a prominent figure even among the Four Great Immortal Sects. We must win him over."

Cleef agreed, "I thought the same. I wanted to take him as a disciple, but he refused."

Yasmin rolled her eyes. "You're foolish. His strength is on par with yours. Why would he want to be your disciple?" "Do you have a better idea?" Cleef asked. His wife was clever and had given him many good suggestions before. Whenever he faced difficult situations, asking her always yielded satisfactory solutions.

Yasmin thought for a moment, then smiled charmingly and said, "Clara's in her 20s. I think it's time to find her a suitable husband."