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.,"I sense your sincere apology, so I'll let this breach of our agreement slide. But perhaps you should reflect on whether you have offended someone or blocked someone's path... As I said, this is an inspection meeting that you don't need to attend.",That pallid, weak face had no color. The youthful appearance, barely seventeen or eighteen, possessed a beauty entirely different from Professor Moriarty's.。