People turned towards the sound and saw a teenager around eighteen or nineteen riding an old yellow cow, a blade of grass hanging from his mouth, looking at them nonchalantly.
His gaze was as if he were looking at a bunch of trash!
"Damn, what's up with this guy's look?!" The crowd burst into anger.
Sims said, "Are you Cowherd?"
The person tilted his head upwards and looked at Sims, "What a big metal box, yes, I am Cowherd. Any problem?"
Sims, looking at the impudent Cowherd, said, "So we're supposed to help this guy?"
Cowherd, angry now, said, "What's that supposed to mean? You want me to kick you out of the task?"
Sims narrowed his eyes, but ultimately held back any further comments.
Cowherd tilted his head back and shouted, "Listen up, all of you! You are just here to assist me. Get up the mountain and put in some hard work. Anyone caught slacking, I'll kick you out of the task immediately!"
"Damn, this guy is so arrogant!" A red-haired lion grumbled discontentedly.
