However, from afar, the intuition was that the child was not black, and even from a distance... the figure was somewhat like Howard...
At this moment, the child had a small face that appeared extremely serious.
The man similar to a chief, standing in front of the child, bowed in greeting, then gently took his fleshy little hand in both hands and kissed it lightly before turning around to personally bring a plate of roasted meat.
After the chief turned away, those tribesmen kneeling on the ground approached one after another in an orderly fashion. Unlike the leading man, they seemed unqualified to kiss the child's hand, yet they still reverently bowed and offered a plate of fruits or food.
The child sat very straight the whole time, with a steady gaze, seemingly uninterested in the gifts presented by these people, emanating an aura of nobility all around.
