14 Cheese and Sausages (2/2)

”Just do it. Quickly, before they get suspicious.”

”They?” Clark complied reluctantly. The wheel of cheese he looked at made the corner of his left eye twitch--it was blue and looked really gross.

It was at this moment that Clark regretted coming over. He, the proud, Noble Elf of the Royal Court, at this very moment, was staring at disgusting cheese from a lowly vendor wearing his Court uniform. Rumors would definitely fly after this. And for what? Clark couldn't help but guess it was for something stupid.

”Okay, here's the deal, I think there's two Beast Men right behind you.”

Clark met Patrick's gaze, glaring at him. ”You made me come out here for two Beast Men? Seriously?”

”Well, I think there are. If they are, I'll give 'em some food. If not, I'll just let 'em rot. However, I need you to confirm it.”

Clark tsked in disdain. ”So, what do they look like?”

”One's a black cat and the other is a white mouse on its back. They're hiding in the shadows. All you have to do is turn around.”

Clark sighed before lazily turning around, gazing into the dark alley.

Indeed, there really was a black cat and white mouse

”Yes, they are Beast Men. Now, don't call me again unless it's for something urgent. If it's not, I'll make sure your life is a living hell.” And with that, Clark stalked off.

Patrick shook his head. 'Outside, he's as cold as an iceberg but deep down, I know he's as warm as an oven.'

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Back to Me

The Noble Elf stalked off after saying something that upset the vendor. Luckily, it seems like he didn't spot us.

I wonder...

...is the cheese really that bad? He didn't really taste anything so I'm not sure...

”Hey, you two!” The vendor suddenly yelled with his hands cupped around his mouth. He was no doubt looking straight at me. I quickly stood up, surprised.

HE SAW US?!

”Catch!”

And with that, I was hit in the face by a wheel of cheese.

Dang, that guy can throw. He just threw a heavy wheel of cheese ten meters and struck me in the face with it. And to add insult to injury, he added in a link of sausages.

Miceter squeaked in delight. I had no doubt that if Miceter could speak, he would be saying ”Thank You” at this very moment.

I couldn't help but feel sour inside. I was hit in the face and Miceter's first reaction wasn't to ask if I was alright, but to thank my assailant!

I think I need to reeducate Miceter...

And heal my face...

I think my nose is broken.