Chapter 177 - 133: Boiling Point (V)
Sitting in his own garden, a prairie elf with red hair, red skin, and beautiful large eyes was swinging his little feet back and forth, clad in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts for summer, wearing flip-flops. His master was reading a small, thin book with a face full of joy and happiness.
Ever since coming into contact with prairie elves, the cruel master has grown increasingly fond of their appearance. Such adorable little creatures, seemingly harmless, yet capable of striking fiercely and venomously when desperate. Who wouldn’t like such darlings?
His servants were busy tending to his great garden, where huge flowers and fruits were flourishing thanks to the fertilizers.
A servant dressed in swan-feather garments approached, lowered his body, "Master, it has been confirmed that Malin Gaiate has appeared in the battle of Pamir City."
"Oh, let’s see what this little fellow is up to..." closing his eyes, the red-skinned prairie elf’s face broke into a smile, and upon opening his eyes, he hopped down from the recliner somewhat impatiently, "I want him to become my Chosen Champion, this kid is really too splendid."
"But Master, he’s just a child at phase ten."
"That has nothing to do with his strength. This child has a soul that fascinates, you call him weak, yet he has a heart of stone; you call him cowardly, yet he kills without blinking an eye; he’s been in that world for only a year and has already started changing the way wars are waged. I need a soul like that, a fascinating soul. I’m going to mark him, and if one day he changes his mind, I will personally crown him Champion!" He tossed the small book aside and looked at his servant, "Do we have any power in Pamir City?"
"No, Master, those frail mortals cannot comprehend your greatness," the servant said with utter humility.