Max took the porridge basin from Eric's hand and went to the fire to heat it up.
Eric walked behind, silently counting his fingers with his head down.
Luban's tribe, little snake A Mật, this person, and even the Cẩm bird still in its egg...
Had he really added so many mouths to feed to the tribe...
Eric couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
Even as the chief, he felt a bit ashamed of his strange "knack" for picking things up.
He was also a little worried that if this "knack" for "picking up" things couldn't be changed, he didn't know if one day he would end up dragging home an entire tribe.
Why hadn't he discovered this knack in his past life? He had never even picked up a stray cat.
It must be the original owner's magnetic field!
Eric rationalized his suspicion. Had the original owner perhaps inherited this constitution from his mother?
Wasn't Leo also picked up by the original owner's mother?
