Chapter 39: Not So Simple!
"Yes, Savior." Latia shouted in compliance and ran to her house with the rabbits in her hand.
"Savior, The container you asked for is over here; the cloth is on top of it." A lady came towards Zen with her son clinging to her. The little kid, who wasn't even 10 years old, glanced at Zen from behind his mother, reminding the young man of an old comrade, Lisa.
"Thank you, miss. I was just thinking about it." Zen smiled at the lady and then glanced at the child.
"Hey there." He waved at him, making the child bury himself in his mother.
"Haha, don't mind him; he's just shy." The mother laughed and tapped her child, worried that Zen wouldn't like him.
"What a cute little fella. I can see a great warrior in him, May he grow to take our tribe to greater heights." Zen kept his smile.
"Oh, how kind of you, Savior. We're honored by your words." The lady lowered her head as if Zen had just called her pretty.
