Bab 301: Lightning Affinity

"Master…"

A big frown hung on Fenriri's face as the criticisms and curses directed at Albion entered her ears, and the good mood brought by the delicious spirit food vanished without a trace.

Even so, Fenriri waited patiently for her master's orders instead of recklessly taking action on her own.

If Albion ordered her to rip out the mouths of the noisy elves, she would do so immediately, or at the very least, attempt so.

However, Albion did no such thing.

"I'll be back," Albion stated with a gloomy look.

Shortly after, he dashed off the outside balcony and landed on the heavily congested streets of the elf tribe with a heavy thud.

The elves were immediately startled by Albion's sudden appearance as he scanned the crowd for the ignorant elves that cursed him the loudest.

"You, you, you, and you! Shut up, shut up, shut up, and shut up!" Albion pointed at them one by one with a domineering flair.