With Austin’s constant conversation, the goblin raised his head timidly.
After Austing and his eyes met, it seemed to see the dawn of hope of communication.
What was neglected by him: The hands of the goblin buried in the bedding clenched their fists.
Choosing to grab a scout’s backpack is a random choice, and it was purely accidental to be Austin.
It has been wandering alone for many days and was dizzy with hunger.
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