Bab 162: Help

Birds were chirping and the wind was blowing gently through the leaves. On this particular day, a figure was reclining contentedly in the sun, a languid smile on his face. 

He was lying half baked under the midday light, a beautiful girl giving him a light massage treatment while another was feeding him fruits by hand.

Above him, the branches rattled in the breeze, and the scent of blooming flowers lingered in the air. What a beautiful day it was for this chubby half elf. 

"Nothing better than enjoying the fruits of your labor," he said while opening his mouth and biting into a fat, ripe peach from the girl's hand. The juice spilled down his chin. 

In the distance, he heard a slight ruckus. For a moment, his shoulders tensed, but he immediately relaxed right after. He wouldn't let such things bother his leisure time. After all, he was well protected; an abundance of well-paid guards surrounded him.