Scoundrel

Just then, everyone heard a snort from below. It wasn’t hard to tell it was from Bruzuryano.

Entos lifted his brow and stroked his chin. He blinked a few times, as if thinking, then nodded slowly.

"It seems like Lord Bruzuryano is upset," Anfey said slowly.

"It’s not hard to understand why. Druids are related to elves. I want to be related to elves too, but it seems that they do not like me," Entos said with a smirk. "Lord Bruzuryano, are you telling me that Hotchbini isn’t an easy opponent?"

Bruzuryano did not say anything. Instead, he slammed his window shut.

Entos sighed and shook his head. "The great druid, the Guardian of the Goddess of Nature, seems to think we aren’t worth his time." Then, as if he had suddenly remembered something, he turned to Anfey and said, "By the way, you should go check on that girl. I heard her crying when I was coming up."