Kapitel 225: False Divinations

"Rancid?" Elijah frowned at the younger version of the Wolf. He might not have any interaction with this guy aside from just randomly seeing him around Silvano and Keagan, but he refused to be disparaged like he was some spoiled meat. He was so clear about how he smelled. It was nothing close to something left on the counter for days.

"You also used that word to describe what became of Cressida…" Keagan groaned softly before waving her hand at Elijah. "Don't take it to heart. The darkness in your heart brings the smell. You're not a good person, so don't take offense."

The zombie only threw a glance at the missy. He just checked Petyr's sword to see if it remained untouched. Then, he huffed. "If I'm in the same grade as that bitch, I won't complain."