"Well, I've only taught you once; you're instantly proficient." Anthoni clapped his hands, and his eyes sparkled with admiration for Arion, who was milking the goats. The elf clan is known to be friendly with nature and animals. Anthoni, Almeta, and Andres have proven it. The goats obeyed as Arion and Auristela approached them to milk them. The goats were calm and did not rebel at all. There were so many privileges that the elf clan had; no wonder the witches learned magic spells from them.

Arion stood holding a container of goat's milk. He patted the head of the white and black goat. "Thanks for the milk." The goat made a sound as if it was answering Arion's words. The green-eyed man smiled brilliantly, and Almeta, sitting a meter away from him, was mesmerized by Arion's good looks.

"Good work." Anthoni patted Arion's shoulder and gave a thumbs up. "I've been working here for a year, but I'm having a hard time trying to milk them because they can't sit still, and out of frustration,