[Ellie's P.O.V]
"I know what to do now," Anton smiled, "Whether it's the dwarves or Panse who are behind the pack, remains to be seen. Once we investigate, everything will become clear. Otherwise, rashly engaging in conflict with the dwarves is not a good thing."
Seeing that Anton had made up his mind, we didn't say much. I just didn't expect that Anton's means would involve capturing the leader of the dwarves.
A week later, Karina and I looked in disbelief at the small radish head in front of us, who was less than half our height. Three pairs of eyes met, and we stared at each other in amazement.
The small radish head was bound all over, only able to grimace at us, "If you call me 'little radish head' again, you're a racist!"
