Chapter 842: The Tribe of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty

An elderly lady, about the same age as Aunt Naima, stood at the forefront, followed by more than a dozen orcs carrying or loading into their baskets things Chang Zao has never seen before.

"Naima, these are the items allocated for the new members of the tribe," Ge Rou approached and said.

Then, affectionately looking at the female beside her: "I am the Grandma in charge of distributing the tribe's items, just call me Aunt Ge Rou."

Chang Zao felt incredibly lucky to have been saved by the orcs of this tribe; every member here was so friendly.

"Aunt... Aunt Ge Rou, my name is Chang Zao, and this is my cub."

Chang Zao was still somewhat shy.

Aunt Ge Rou smiled: "Your little one must also be unfamiliar with our tribe's houses. I'll go ahead and put these things away for you."

Chang Zao nodded earnestly: "Mhm, mhm."

She truly didn't know how she should maintain such a beautiful house, or how to use these things she had never seen before, or where to place them.