Afterward, Yami was somewhat dazed as Miss Zoe dragged him to quite a few places to meet many people.
Without exception, all of those people kept many coyotes, and every single coyote had lots of ears—good heavens, were all the wolves in Castel this terrifying?
Yet those people did not talk about their wolves at all. Instead, each of them looked at him strangely... Yami felt both afraid and confused, with no idea what was happening.
By the time Miss Zoe finally stopped, a large crowd had already gathered around him.
Yami was thoroughly flustered. He had no idea what was going on or why these important people from Castel cared so much about him.
But after discussing things among themselves, they did nothing else. They merely gave him a small bag of grain as payment for his help, then had him attend class with the others.
Even when he returned to his shack at the end of the day, he was still in a daze. He did not know how much of the lesson he had absorbed, but at least he had memorized some letters and spellings.
After lying in the shack for a while, he suddenly heard a knock at the door.
"Yami, are you there?" An elderly voice called out. Yami got up from the bed and moved aside the oversized door plank.
What proper houses were there in the slums? It was already good enough if a shack could keep out the wind and rain. There were no locks at all, and knocking was merely a matter of courtesy.
The person standing at the door was Granny Penny. Her complexion was much rosier now, no longer as pale as before.
These past days, she had barely eaten anything, saving all her rations for her granddaughter. But