back off. Something is wrong, or... Draco looked at the master's eyes and realised that the master wasn't sure what it was about either. The elf might be a new employee, but... A quick glance indicated that something bad had happened in the shop recently. He noticed several scratches on the walls, a crack on the counter and a chipped floor. He thought intensely quickly analysing his location and the positioning of everything in the vicinity, just as he had done many times when running away from Pirce. There were two slight differences, however. Firstly, this time he was not alone, and secondly he had a weapon with him and a vague idea of how to use magic. He watched the behaviour of both master and shopkeeper. Draco placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.
-I think he will find a bit of time for me after all.- Darius leaned nonchalantly against the counter they were standing next to.-You should call him.- He smiled in a way that made even Draco feel a shiver run along his spine.
-The master does not receive visitors.-The elf propped himself up at his sides and spread his legs wide as if he wanted to block Bleist's way.-If you do not intend to buy anything then I bid you farewell.-He said sharply, at the same time leaning slightly towards the mage.
-It seems to me, however, that it is better if you call Matheo.- Darius smiled almost friendly, but his eyes remained cold as steel.
-However, I don't think so.- The elf reached his hand behind his back and tightened his grip on the hilt of his dagger. Draco held his breath and slowly drew his sword, driving his eyes into the man's hand. He saw that the master was constantly showing him to be ready.- As I said, Master Vittoro does not receive visitors.- The elf's voice dripped with politeness, but his posture indicated that he was ready to draw his weapon at any moment.
They measured each other's eyes for a moment while remaining motionless, and Draco was ready to
