The minstrel spoke with a peculiar intonation, deliberately mystical in his wording, and Erin jumped up the moment she heard him: "What the hell? A dwarf? A giant over four meters tall and you call him a dwarf?!"
"Miss Shorty, you said it yourself that he's from the Giant Clan," the minstrel lifted his hood and glanced at the little puppet in front of him, "Giants have an average height of over ten meters."
Erin was stunned, then suddenly reacted, jumping up and down: "Who the hell are you calling short?! If you've got the guts, challenge me to a duel! I'll fry you in a pan and smash your spine with two pots, and we'll see who's the short one you *@#&%#!..."
As she spoke, the little puppet had already summoned her frying pan, and Yu Sheng quickly grabbed the small figure in a hurry, trying to calm her down quietly, "Wait, wait, we haven't finished questioning yet..."
