Half-Blood Bastard

Not that far from them, lone yet a small figure is confidently making his way to them. Every stride was wide and strong, despite the short legs that this man has.

'Oh, if I am still on the peaceful earth, then I will think of this old man as a thug, a small yet deadly gangster,' Luis pressed the smile lurking on his lips.

"How were the two days of rest?" The moon elf lord casually asked Feren.

He nodded in his head since the bearded old man appeared to be 10 percent cleaner compared to their first meeting.

Baths have miraculous effects indeed.

"It was great but let me be frank with you; it was nerve-wracking to be held in suspense, my lord," answered the old man without any breaks as if the one he was talking to was the moon elf lord.

Luis beamed, liking the straightforwardness of the old man. He met elders who are simply hilarious like Feren in his past life and he must admit, he is fond of them.