So he began asking the other two about their backgrounds. The fourteen-year-old was named Rivis, and human traffickers had sold him here when he was little.
Allen did not know what he had been through. He only saw the searing hatred in his eyes when he spoke of his parents, and that look was hard for Allen to forget.
The other boy, a somewhat frail twelve-year-old named Baze, had been tricked into coming here by human traffickers after being separated from his family. But he no longer remembered what had happened back then, so he did not even know where he was from.
Judging by their current circumstances, the two probably had nowhere left to go. But taking these kids along seemed somewhat difficult. He looked at them with a headache, not knowing what to say.
Just then, little George spoke up, asking in confusion, "Big brother, where's my father? Didn't he come to rescue me too?"
With Joey brought up, he had no intention of keeping it a secret any longer. He believed that with something like this, saying it outright was actually best.
"Little George, do you know what being an adventurer really means? It means someone who keeps adventuring until death. Your father truly was a great adventurer. He never gave up, even before he died."
Eight-year-old George could not quite understand his words. All he knew was that his father was dead. He immediately began bawling.
Allen sighed and took out Joey's badge. "Your father gave me this before he died. He hoped his son could be strong."
Little George looked at the badge in Allen's hand, took it, and began crying again. Rivis, beside him, started comforting him, but no matter what he did, little George would not stop.
So Allen went out first and