The middle-aged dwarf was a member of a side branch of the Paris family. He was here to accompany Paris and to take care of his living.
The one who was the most panicked was the middle-aged dwarf without a doubt.
Paris had been attacked and was unconscious for no reason. If his family knew about this, the middle-aged dwarf would lose a layer of skin even if he did not die.
After all, this was the most important Alchemy Festival to the dwarves.
The entire family was betting on Paris and no accidents were allowed to happen. The same for other contestants.
"What, you can't even sleep?"
Lu Le chuckled and said, "What, can't we even sleep? Why don't you just wake him up and ask him who hit him? It's such a troublesome matter."
The middle-aged dwarf's face turned red. He would have done so long ago if he could wake Paris up.
The middle-aged dwarf felt Paris's pulse. It was normal. There was nothing unusual.
