"Pfft!" Mr. Laine laughed, his smile was radiant: "Does Mr. Hadrian really think he can befriend me by giving me two insignificant slaves? Then my friendship would indeed be very cheap."
"At the auction arena, fair competition, since Mr. Hadrian insists on competing with me, then let him have it. But as for making friends, let's forget it. I don't need friends who would harm their own for the sake of attention." Mr. Laine shook his hand, ready to leave.
"No, no, no! Mr. Hadrian truly wants to be friends with you!" The steward quickly stopped Mr. Laine, bowing again: "We know these cheap slaves won't impress Mr. Laine, but… what if we add a Dark Elf?"
This time, Mr. Laine stopped in his tracks: "A Dark Elf?"
