48. Valuable advice

shangaar

“Hey, you,” I called out to the elf when we went down to the first floor, and I was tired of trailing behind him.

The blond man turned around and raised an eyebrow inquiringly, but the pace did not slow down, and I had to catch up with him myself. Fuck, he's cheeky! Acts like he's the Ruler and I'm a misunderstanding that he has to endure!

- My name is Eli, - the elf sang melancholy and again focused on the path. Well, absolutely no respect! Looks like the rumors about my mate are false, and she's not that cruel after spoiling her slaves so...