Like a pie falling from the sky, landing right on a starving wanderer.
Gas could hardly believe his ears.
He was just a slave. Even though life had become much better after arriving here, he didn't dare dream of a normal life.
This young beastman patriarch easily taught him a skill sufficient for a normal person to support a family, and even said he would entrust this task to him, giving him authority.
This treatment was almost better than the job of a commoner!
Even if working for beastmen yielded no gold coins, this was already something Gas couldn't even pray for.
At least with this job, he could hold his head high.
His rough hands trembled.
It took a long time for Gas to calm down a little. Wiping away the tears that flowed unconsciously, he bowed deeply, the top of his head nearly touching the ground.
"Thank you, thank you, Patriarch. I will definitely do this job well!"
Wasn't this too formal?
Eric held a piece of solid yogurt in his mouth, feeling a bit at a loss.
