Throughout the whole process, Eric maintained a look of shock, standing frozen like a block of wood. Only after a long time did he come back to his senses. associating Evan's nature magic and his rushed appearance today, he pointed at Evan and stammered: "You, could you be... an Elf?"
His expression was entirely within Evan's expectations. He felt tense inside, his eyes never leaving Eric, afraid that a look of disgust would appear in Eric's eyes.
"That's right, I am the Prince of the Elf tribe, Evan Banister."
Too shocked, Eric choked on his own saliva, coughing violently, his face turning red.
Evan hurriedly patted his back. Seeing him stop coughing, he felt relieved and slowly withdrew his hand.
A hand grabbed his sleeve. A hint of joy appeared on Evan's handsome face, and he discreetly curled the corners of his mouth.
Eric pulled him back: "You are an Elf, so Arthur is..."
