"Thank you, Your Excellency, for saving little Ohara."
A few minutes later, an elderly man stood opposite Liora and profusely offered his thanks.
He then paused.
"This girl. So reckless. Sigh...", the Tribe Chief shook his head, turning to look at Ohara with a blaming gaze.
The latter shrank back upon seeing this and hid behind Liora, clearly ashamed.
Facing such a reaction, the Tribe Chief pursed his lips and did not scold her any further.
Instead, he turned to look at Liora, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed.
"Your Excellency, please stay here for the night."
"The sun is about to set, and the demons outside will soon go into a rampage. Only the village can ward off these monsters."
"Moreover...", he paused briefly.
"Tomorrow is the day of the yearly Blood Sacrifice. The God of Hunting will likely appear. If you're fortunate, there is a chance to obtain His Divine Blessing."
Hearing so many unfamiliar terms, Liora had no need to ask for an explanation.
