Of course, that's beside the point. All we need to know now is that Motan is trying his best to regain his combat ability.
"Um... I'm sorry, sir..."
Seeing Motan starting to eat on his own, even though he knew it might not be appropriate to ask questions right now, the young kobold, who gradually became flustered after regaining his composure, couldn't help but ask cautiously: "What exactly... are we doing now?"
"You can call me Mor, or Brother Mo if you don't mind."
Motan took a sip of the Healing Potion to restore his Health Points, then flashed a reassuring smile: "I also know your name is Hog Blackskin. In fact, I saw your aunt not long ago, Jiali'ang Heipi. She's very worried about your safety."
At the mention of Jiali'ang's name, the young boy's eyes immediately turned red, and with his head lowered, he choked: "I... I should have listened to my aunt... I..."
"I share the same opinion, little Hog."
