The Dune Lord swallowed the last piece of meat and put down the bowl in great delight and satisfaction.
The sand ruler saw the little boy with some baby fat. He surprisingly stared at the bowl that was cleaner than a dog's lick. The Dune Lord's old face instantly turned red.
It coughed lightly.
"Little fellow, thank you for the food. It brought me delight… Can you tell me your name?"
The little boy smiled shyly and scratched his head.
"Grandpa, my name is Wild Boar..."
"Wild… A boar?"
The response startled the Dune Lord for a long time when he heard it.
Dune City only gave this name to those illiterate farmers who worked in the countryside for their entire lives.
The ignorant farmers believed that the lower the name of a newborn child, the easier it was to raise them.
The emotions in its heart became increasingly subtle.
"Who gave you this name? Where are your parents?"
The little boy's eyes quickly dimmed.
