But he truly didn't dare to say those words out loud; the last time someone did, their head was chopped off by a Pansao cat-person that very day.
Who knows how many Apprentices that madman has taught.
It's really fatal.
"Hey there, isn't that old Donald? What brings you here today?" the young elf called out to Donald, waving his hand. This elf was also a regular in the large dining hall, and while his identity was inscrutable, one felt a bone-chilling coldness upon approaching him, making it clear to Donald that this was certainly no ordinary being.
As for why he could still hop around after drinking soup made with Holy Water, that was a secret Donald did not wish to uncover.
Sometimes, secrets are as deadly as poison.
"Ails Huanan, greetings," Donald said to the elf, having thought this over.
