Allen kicked Little Zack over like a flipped turtle, then crouched down and examined him carefully, half doubtful. He found that it really was someone he knew.
Shameless Allen even beat him to the punch, complaining with a resentful look, "So it's you, Little Zack. Why did you suddenly jump out without saying hello? You scared the hell out of us. Good thing it was me—if you scared someone else like that, they might've stabbed you to death. Be more careful next time, got it? Don't just suddenly pop out and scare people for no reason!"
Little Zack stopped crying. "Brother Allen? Sister Dina?"
His face streaked with snot and tears, Little Zack was overjoyed. He rushed up and hugged Dina, completely ignoring Allen.
Dina stroked Little Zack's head and shot her Second Young Master a reproachful look.
Back at Outpost County's Old Castle, although Dina and Little Zack had not spent much time together, they had become exceptionally close. The clever, mischievous Little Zack was always pestering Dina for food, while Dina cared for him as if he were her own little brother.
Although Little Zack was the Son of Bloodhoof, the child of a tribal chieftain, that depended on who he was being compared to.
There were dozens of tribes scattered across the Wasteland, each poorer than the last. The Bloody Hoof Tribe was especially destitute.
Little Zack often went without his next meal after finishing the last, but after arriving in Outpost County, Dina fed and cared for him so well that he lived in comfort. If Old Zak had not driven him away, Little Zack probably would have wanted to stay in the Old Castle for the rest of his life.
After returning to the Wasteland tribe, Little Zack had wondered more than once whether his