CH366 Pangean-style Employment Contract II
***
As expected, Havel Landomas couldn't be bothered to properly read the contract—or at least, that's what it looked like.
He gave the parchment a lazy, cursory glance before turning to Alex.
"Do you think I'm an Elf?" he suddenly asked.
Alex raised a brow. He hadn't expected that question from someone like Havel. Not knowing how to respond, he simply tossed it back.
"Are you an elf?"
"No." Havel shook his head. "My race is called the Noble race."
"Then, you're a Noble," Alex replied without missing a beat.
A faint smile tugged at Havel's lips. He was about to sign the document when Alex suddenly stopped him.
"Do you hate the elves?" Alex asked.
Havel tilted his head. "Why? Are you worried?"
"Yes," Alex said bluntly. "One of my fiancées is elven. I can't have a dangerous element near her."
