Prologue:
Boris Waywing plopped down on the leather couch, a hand on his head. He wasn't feeling well these days. His head ached for writing the several documents and files for their clients. The kobold had sleepless night just to finish ten documents in one day. He couldn't help it; they needed help. He couldn't do this alone.
Not to mention that learning human letters was a hard thing to do. He understood and knew the human tongue but writing wasn't his forte. His paws were small and rigid, unable to hold a pen in a correct manner.
As a result, his reports weren't impressive.
Boris picked up a pile of books on the shelf. Having a height of three feet was a burden. He searched the well-lighted office and found the stool near the Cador's bonsais. He placed near the bookshelf, threw some books on the couch and landed on the ground with a somersault.
As the kobold placed the books, the door banged open. Startled, his hands accidentally slapped the books. He let out a yelped, furiously shaking his hands.
Qiu Li Sheng entered the room, carrying his backpack. Behind his long bangs was face of the Black Wings communication expert: a gloomy, dull face and sleepy raven eyes. Towering the kobold by at least two feet, Sheng placed his backpack on the ground and brushed the kobold's head.
The kobold produced a furious look as the human patted his head. He jerked his head back. Startled, he retreated. Boris leaped and bit his hand. The pain surged from the attacker. Sheng yelped in pain, yanking the kobold away from his ivory skin.
Boris landed on the top of lamp, balancing himself. Sheng snarled.
"Don't even think about it!" Boris said, bearing his canine fangs.
Sheng whistled. He stared at his hands as if mesmerized by his own blood.
Then they turned their heads. Someone shriek. Boris' deep black eyes were looking around the room. Sheng, scratching his head lazily poked his head out. He only saw the vast crowd of people in the city of Prontera. It was already noon. The sun was way up, sitting with the thick, white clouds. Most of the people were going home to eat lunch.
They heard it again. Sheng slammed the door and closed all the windows.
Footstpes. Rushing panicked footsteps. Boris and the human darted to the door behind the counter. It leads to the basement while the other leads to upstairs. Cautious, Boris went for his sword. It was a very short sword but for him, he considered it as a longsword. Sheng hid behind the shelf, poking his head every second.
The door opened. Boris leaped on the top of the door, sword ready for the deathblow.
"Boris! Stop!" Sheng yelled.
The kobold did. Crawling on the floor was Eleanor Rodriguez. She had a long, glacial blue hair, delicate snowy skin and long legs. She towered Sheng by two inch.
Boris jumped down and helped the girl up. Sheng burst into a laugh. He fell on the couch, hands on his stomach. Frustrated, Eleanor rushed past Boris and stepped her foot on the man's nose. In an instant, the telecommunication officer drifted to dreamland.
Sighing, the kobold jumped on the table. Eleanor was wearing her usual attire: a short, green skirt, a white shirt, stockings and brown leather shoes. On her waist was a revolver from the Crimson Bolt series. Cador taught him on how to describe a gun.
"What's the matter, Eleanor?" He asked.
She plopped down on the stool, panting. Boris followed her gaze.
"Someone's there!" She blurted, pointing her shaking arm.
A moan escaped from the door. Boris whipped his head and saw a wounded man.
"Get a doctor, quick!" He barked.
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