Discarding all the things with shaman, the two were currently just children that didn't know each other's ability.
Thus, facing the gentle-looking Larsen, Ainsley also tried to be gentle and elegant. She pursed her lips and let out a thin smile.
"Good evening, big bwo Lalsen…"
Last but not least, Zenan, the gloomy boy a year older than the other two boys, also spat a few words to greet Ainsley.
"Zenan. Eleven years old. Nice to meet you." Zenan always had a frown on his face, and his overall person looked as gloomy as a ghost.
However, one could see his eyes held a trace of warmth toward the baby. He clearly looked similar to the gloomy old man, the head of the monster tamer guild.
Maybe...he has a relationship with that old man?
What Ainsley didn't know is that Zenan had an assassin-related ability, very suitable with his gloomy and antisocial personality.
