The Shepherdapos;s C

A grave, aged voice sounded from beyond the iron gates. It was a special intonation drawn out with length, the peculiar accent unique to the people of the capital city—elvish.,She raised her head in surprise, seeing that the old man's expression remained unchanged, yet she inexplicably felt as if his anger had lessened.,At that moment, the elderly man at the door turned gracefully and bowed slightly to Hayna: "Please follow me, Miss Hayna. The young master has been waiting for you for a long time."。