"Take a deep breath, Jela!"
Seeing that Jela was about to start sowing the magic seeds, Liszt quickly stopped her, then scolded Pike, "Pike, don't use insulting words on our own elves!"
Pike, looking unconcerned, said, "Pike, the handsome Greater Elf; Jela, as ugly as Fizz, Tam, and Eddie; Nami, brings me food, that one is not so bad; Mickey, never seen, must be ugly too; Ach, the gentle little sister; Liszt, as handsome as Pike."
Liszt's face turned dark, "Shut up, Pike!"
"Hehe." Pike lazily sat down, continuing to bare his teeth and grin at Jela.
"Wuaa!"
"Wuaa!"
"Wuaa!"
Jela's anger was hard to calm, and if Liszt hadn't covered her with his hands, she would have definitely charged at Pike to fight him—whether she could win or not was another matter, but her stance had to be clear.
