Fortunately, the black little girl hesitated for a moment, then replied in clumsy Eagle language:
"No… it doesn't matter, the fact that you were able to rescue me is already a stroke of luck. As for the lives of these people, you don't have to care too much! Thank you, big brother!"
"Uh…"
Greg Jensen twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at the little girl with a somewhat strange gaze.
He wondered why she spoke so cold-heartedly? They were from the same tribe, after all, didn't she have any grief for the death of her companions?
It looked as though she only cared about her own safety, and her words also seemed utterly selfish.
Of course, these were just his thoughts, and he didn't voice them.
After all, those people were already dead, and it made no sense to get into an argument with her about this matter.
"Would it be convenient for you to tell me what exactly is going on here? Where are the rest of your tribe? How much do you know about that Beast King?"
