“What did you just say?”
Stupefied, Dead Lamb stared at Fairti with a half-open mouth and a funny-looking expression.
The young noble let out a heavy sigh then clicked his tongue. He turned his back to Dead Lamb and proceeded to check the stack of books he previously prepared.
“I shouldn’t mock physically handicapped people but do consider another way of communication, okay? It’s not my problem if you’re slightly deaf and can’t hear my voice. I’m not a fan of speaking out loud, you see…”
He dismissively waved his hand at Dead Lamb while adding, “Now be a good lad and leave me alone, will you? I’m a bit busy.”
“...”
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