"It sure is lively here."
Grey's calm voice sounded across the forest.
The old man was the one who spoke up, "Don't you think it's a bit disrespectful to make us have to look at you like this?"
Grey chuckled as he replied, "Dogs should know when to speak, even your owner dares not find my actions disrespectful."
The old man choked on his next words as his face turned beet red from the anger of being referred to as a dog. He wanted to retort, but he realized there was nothing he could say, he indeed has masters, and this person gave him the feeling like he could kill him whenever he wanted. This was not a person he dared to provoke.
"Kikiki, a sharp-tongued boy. I wonder how your parents trained you." The Ninth stage Gnome slowly floated to the sky, stopping directly in front of Grey. Due to the difference in size, he looked like a child with an oversized head from a distance while standing close before Grey.
