Andres smiled broadly. His eyes were locked to see Auristela, who was five meters from him who was giving the sack to the boy. "Their clan is well known for their generosity." Andres didn't want to mention the name 'elf,' afraid Auristela and Arion heard him and approached him.

Anthoni nodded. "Yeah. Like when they helped you." Anthoni was shocked when a drunk man hit him; the man did not apologize and kept walking. Anthoni clicked his tongue, annoyed. He didn't want to prolong the matter because Andres was next to him. He was afraid that the man would also hurt Andres. "But not all are like them." Anthoni continued his comments about the elven clan. "I know some of them who enjoy demeaning other clans."

"Right." Andres turned around when Auristela and Arion walked away from the boy. Don't let them find out.

Anthoni also turned around. The two of them were standing in front of the cake shop. "Why are we like spies?" He frowned. "We'd better head home. Before the sun goes down." He loo