Chapter 100
I frown. Sorry? Sorry for what? The Ansisit looks angrier than ever. It strides towards the Banwaanon and forcibly takes its hand. The Banwaanon cowers from the little old man. The Ansisit continues to groan at it, until the Banwaanon sits and lies its head low. The Banwaanon answers the grunts with a shaking of its head. It is a strange sight—a little old man castigating a beautiful young lady that is much taller than it is. The Banwaanon is crouching so low that I start to feel pity for it. I approach the two and touch the Ansisit’s shoulders. It jerks in my touch and I feel noxious. Its body is unexpectedly slimy, especially the green area of its skin. It looks up at me and grunts. I kneel before the Banwaanon and ask, “What is it?” It whimpers as it looks at me. Its big, round, beau
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