"Alright, it's over now."
The middle-aged Paladin bent down and helped the old man, whose face was streaked with a mixture of tears and blood, off the ground. This was the reason for his sudden outburst today.
"Once my comrades arrive, we'll safely take you home."
"Uncle Rand, you..."
Iliad couldn't help himself at this moment, stepping out from the crowd whose faces were full of admiration and awe, holding half a piece of vegetable pie, wanting to inquire about the other's identity.
Although this uncle had already been working here before he arrived, he still suspected that this Paladin might be arranged by his father, known for the good relationship between the Holy Dragon and the Paladins.
"Don't be afraid, Illia, I'll help you find your parents too."
Just as Iliad was hesitating on how to ask, the Paladin, noticing the hesitation in the young man's eyes, spoke first, comforting the boy before him, whose background seemed tragic in his eyes, full of kindness and compassion.
