Their fate is not cared for

Joshua was a little sad. Sensing Letitia's desire to back away, he tightened his grip on her hair and didn't let go.

Letitia looked up at him with a white face, but found that her master was still listening attentively to his friend, just holding her hair in an intimate and irresistible posture.

Neither did it hurt her scalp, nor could it let her break free easily. His action seemed to pull up the tail of her hair intimately, and Letitia could feel his hand subconsciously running over her collar.

It was as if he didn't want her to get too far away from him?

This knowledge was so new that she hurriedly sat down next to him and gently took him by the scruff of his shirt to show her obedience. Her gesture clearly pleased Joshua, to his great satisfaction, and with it, his hands moved more gently, from irresistible to a somewhat ambiguous caress, his fingertips picking up the ends of his hair and twisting them around his index fingers.

Only after she calmed down did she hear what the two were talking about.

"Female sober-elves are getting scarce, and at this rate, even we won't be able to buy them." Barry's tone was a little whiny and frightening.

He had a very passionate love for female sober-elves, but it was a very bizarre and rare thing that his current sober-elves had been with him for over two years.

"Why buy so many? Just about have enough to get by. And there are quite a few inhibitors on the market now." Joshua answered, he had long been sick of Barry grabbing people and sucking their blood whenever he could, like a savage. And there were some small inhibitors on the market now, too, so that less than a large bestial stage could be kept sane by pharmaceutical inhibitors.

Letitia's ears twitched, if the female sober-elves who had reached pregnancy were being taken, the situation was already very serious. Was it really okay for her to listen to this now?

Thinking of the horrific encounter with the sober-elves across from her, Letitia couldn't help but begin to speculate again about her master's mind.

Would she die? Perhaps she too would be taken?

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and with her head bowed in fear. Joshua kept an eye on her, and when he noticed her fear, his hand went down and gently scraped her face, gesturing for her to look up.

Letitia looked up in alarm, only to find that Joshua was calling her for no other reason than to hand her the lunch tray on the small coffee table to one side.

His hand was stealthy, and his best friend across the table was grumbling loudly while reading today's Times, not noticing what was happening under the table.

Letitia didn't understand what he meant, or perhaps, what the owner meant, instructing her to cut up the steak?

Letitia took the plate blankly, thinking he had probably instructed her to cut up the steak.

So she got down on the floor and carefully cut the steak.

It smelled so good, she couldn't help thinking. She hadn't eaten meat in a long time, last night's mashed potatoes had been delicious, and so had the omelette in the morning, but she hadn't eaten meat in a long time.

She cut the steak honestly, slice by slice, to the right size, and held the plate respectfully in both hands. Joshua caught a glimpse of it and wanted to laugh a little, pushing his index finger against the plate towards her again.

She was puzzled and collided with his eyes for a moment.

Joshua was smiling, a very slight smile that was not visible unless one looked closely.

Letitia instantly understood what he meant. He was letting himself eat, the steak, which was for her.

She couldn't help but purse her lips and smile as she continued to eat like a puppy in one bite. Across from her, sober-elves remained on her master's lap, her regular spot, where he preferred her to be and not to go anywhere.

She was a little envious. From this angle, she could just see what Joshua and Letitia were doing under the table, and she was a little envious of such food, and such a master.

Letitia had almost finished eating, and Barry also noticed her eating. He looked down at her twice and withdrew his gaze before Joshua became angry, and he marvelled, "That's quite a nice collar, why didn't I think of that? "

He reached out and lifted his sober-elves chin with his fingers, looking left and right, "Nancy, I'll have to get you one too, you'll be the one that stands out when you follow me out the door next. "

Nancy's face was white with fear, she knew Barry's character, he was a reckless lunatic and the most prodigal of the gentry, often taking her to debauched parties where he had sucked her blood in public on several occasions, the scene was like a hell on earth.

She shuddered slightly at the thought, but she knew exactly what Barry liked, and she tried not to shiver.

Joshua was a little upset, but not because of anything else, because Barry's actions scared his sober-elves time and time again and disturbed him a little.

He put his coffee cup down with a little movement and Barry realised that his usual gentlemanly friend was making his displeasure known covertly. He stopped his hand sensibly and let his sober-elves continue to lie back on his lap as he roughly stroked her hair twice and once again struck up a new topic, this one about Letitia.

Letitia was still carrying her dinner plate and looked somewhat docile. He smiled and said, "It's true, your sober-elves is too thin, she should eat more. Otherwise, it is very easy to die in childbirth."

That was a terrible thing to say, and it made Letitia freeze for a moment.

Was that what Joshua meant? Yes, sober-elves were so scarce now, and if she hadn't died, there was a chance her bloodline would have given birth to very perfect sober-elves, would that have benefited Joshua as well?

And the sober-elves opposite her realised it too, and her expression immediately changed from envy to sadness.

For the fate of her kind, and for herself.

They have human emotions and joys and sorrows, but are forced to live like tools. Their fate is not cared for, they are robbed, possessed and destroyed, they just will not be saved.

What good are food and a little pampering?

She couldn't eat any more and the hand holding the fork tightened gradually. The next moment she heard even more terrible words, spoken by Barry to his sober-elves.

"You're so pretty, I've got several male sober-elves ready for you, and when you're old enough, you can have a few little sober-elves for me to play with. "

As if that wasn't enough, he finished by looking down at Nancy's turquoise pupils and said contentedly, "But make sure you inherit your turquoise eyes or I won't be satisfied, I'll let you keep on having them until you have a little turquoise eyed girl. "

It is hard to describe the look on Nancy's face at this moment, her uncontrollable sadness seemed to spill out, and her eyes were very sad. But she did not cry out because she did not dare. Nor was she shaking, as if she was resigned to her fate.