Allen and Dina accompanied Little Zack, experiencing the warmth of the Bloody Hoof Tribe firsthand.
"Little Zack, you weren't carried off by a Wasteland Giant Wolf while you were sleeping, were you? Hahaha!"
"No, he must've gotten up to pee in the middle of the night and gotten lost."
"Who's this next to Little Zack? Is he one of those legendary dwarves? And which tribe does this woman in human clothes belong to?"
Allen: "..."
Allen had not expected Little Zack, the chieftain's son, to be so unpopular and have absolutely no authority.
Dina clenched and unclenched her fists, glancing at her Second Young Master as she prepared to strike at any moment.
"Little Zack, hurry up and introduce us to your dwarf friend."
"Look at what's strung on his dwarf friend's necklace. Those are the front teeth of a Water-Spouting Rabbit!"
"Yeah, he's actually proud of killing a Water-Spouting Rabbit, wearing rabbit teeth as trophies! Hahaha!"
"I'm dying, I can't take it anymore! Hahahahahaha!"
Allen: "..."
His gaze swept across the barbarians' necks, where all kinds of necklaces hung.
Allen finally understood. The things strung on these barbarian warriors' necklaces were all trophies. He had foolishly assumed it was some custom, thinking that wearing a few rabbit teeth would help him fit in with them. Instead, it had backfired spectacularly. This was fucking humiliating.
Unlike Little Zack, who stood there at a loss, Allen looked utterly unconcerned. He disdainfully stared at Little Zack's tribesmen and thought, I was once a dignified lieutenant in the People's Liberation Army. Why should I waste my time arguing with a bunch of idiot barbarians?
"Shut the hell up, all of you." Old Zak and Big Babylon emerged from the crowd, one before the other.
The crowd slowly parted. Seeing Old Zak's furious expression,