Kors handed him his glass:
“For the victory, Alis!”
Lis smiled rather indifferently, he was not at all euphoric that they had captured the Fort. And so much time and effort was spent on preparation, so much excitement and hardship endured. But he still held out his cup to Kors, and only Prince Arel didn’t participate in their conversation and didn’t raise his goblet.
“You seem to be not very happy?” Remarked Kors.
“No, I'm glad,” Lis disagreed. “Kors, I'm not a boy to jump for joy, and this is not my first victory. I have had many other victories. I'm used to it.”
Kors studied him carefully.
“I am thinking now about Karina, about my daughter. Why did she fall in love with you?”
“Well?”
“And I can even understand her to some extent,” said Kors. “You are not stupid, you are cunning. Without a doubt, there is some charisma in you. And this all together makes you interesting, despite the appearance.”
Lis who drank the wine literally choked:
“Here it begins…” he drawled.
“Sorry, Alis, but you are dirty, infinitely dirty. Unfortunately, you have combined the most unrepresentative features of both races. The ugliest combination I've ever seen, and believe me, I've seen a lot of reds and their half-bloods,” Kors raised his glass of dark red wine and looked thoughtfully at Lis through the glass. “Red hair often has a burgundy shade, it's beautiful, like the color of expensive wine, your hair is lighter. Your eyes are not as beautiful as they should be. I will not say anything about the nose. Surely it has been restored countless times and inaccurately, because I see, in addition to the scar on the bridge of the nose, there is generally a curvature. But, however, your dirty appearance doesn’t surprise me, because your mother was a whore, and before your red father conceived you, at least a hundred peasants and soldiers had already cum into her. How couldsomething worthy appear from this cesspool?”
“What?!” Lis looked at Kors with wide eyes, as if he couldn’t fully understand what he had just said. “Don't you dare insult my mother!” Finally, he barely squeezed out of himself.
“As a noble sir, I have the right to do so – your mother is a commoner and a whore!”
“Shut up! Have you overdrank wine or something?”
“It is noble that you protect her, though not very fiercely, rather, within the bounds of decency. After all, you yourself understand everything, but…” Kors threw up his hands, “you observe the norms of behavior, this is normal, Alis, and moreover, this is correct.”