"Arcane Windrunner?" Cage recalled his unrestrained life as a mercenary and shook his head. "I've never heard of it before. Which race is this class related to?"
"The elves."
Cage thought for a moment, then said, "I still don't remember anything. But speaking of which, I met a few elves when I was young. Though those skinny poles from the forest are condescending, if you live a long time with them and win their approval, you'll find that they're passionate."
Putting on a smile that every man would understand, Cage said, "Very passionate."
Roland couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Although Cage was a senior, he was still a child deep down in his heart. He was a funny man and often told dirty jokes that Roland couldn't understand for the time being.
"Regretfully, elves are too loyal. Once you get involved with them, you can never get rid of them." Cage jumped off from the second floor and asked, "Have you met any elves before?"
