“Well.”

Pat! The man patted Eugene’s back with his large hand. In his own way, he was showing affection but his hand was so barbarically large that his light pat was enough to shake Eugene’s entire body.

“See you later, buddy,” the man said.

“Who says that I’m your buddy?”

After balancing his body, Eugene looked sharply at him.

His eyes were somewhat sharp, but he didn’t look so threatening. Due to glaring ever since he was a baby, only his eyes looked threatening, and he was objectively handsome, very handsome. A frowning handsome kid wasn’t enough to intimidate the man.

That was understandable — the man himself looked very intimidating. Black tattoos covered his brown-colored body. There were also several scars on his face. Therefore, no matter how hard Eugene frowned, it was nothing compared to the man’s smiling face.

It wasn’t just this man. Dozens of natives behind the man all had threatening appearances and sizes.

Zoran Tribe — they were one of the biggest tribes in Samar. The man beside Eugene was a young heir of the Zoran Tribe. Judging from his looks, it was hard to believe that he was young; however, the man was surprisingly nineteen years old, the same age as Eugene.

“We are buddies because we shared the drink.”

“I only drank it because you were hell-bent on making me drink it.”

Grumbling, Eugene turned his head away.

He had met the Zoran Tribe a month ago, not long after leaving the elven sanctuary.

When Eugene was done shooting out lightning using the Thunderbolt bow, he and the elves departed right away. These not-so-intelligent...