Inside one of the huge palatial houses in the elven residential area, an elf was angrily walking back and forth. He walked back and forth, chewing his nails out as he did so.
He only stopped when another elf rushed inside, bowing to him respectfully. "Lord Saevel, I have news. The esteemed Lord took the bait."
"Hmph. Don't call him a Lord in front of me." Saevel scolded the little elf and dismissed him. He then continued his pacing back and forth, now in a more relaxed manner.
"You are done for now, you filthy trash. These brainless idiots might sing praises of you but I know you cheated."
He had seen Liam execute some spells the other day and he was one hundred percent confident that he simply did not have the elemental affinity to forge an Epic ranked weapon.
But somehow the weapon was still forged? He was sure that something was off. He just was not able to find out what it was. However, that was for others. He didn't need any proof.
