Certainly, the most eye-catching object was the familiar sharp black spear that Orkot carried on his back.
"Orkot has arrived as well. Greet the adults in front of you," the white-bearded elder continued, his tone noticeably softer than when he had addressed Onions.
"Of course, Elder Conmonds." Orkot removed his helmet, revealing his handsome face and a pair of deep green eyes.
"Respected Wizard Sir," Orkot greeted with a bow to Colin.
Colin nodded lightly, his gaze sweeping over Orkot and Onions, as well as the elders in front of him, and he suddenly realized—
The people of the Wood Family, although varying slightly in hair color, shared the same deep green color in their eyes, except for Onions, whose eyes were an unusual dark red.
Colin immediately understood why Elder Conmonds' attitude towards him had been what it was.
But he didn't mind it, nor did he say much, even though the spear had come into Orkot's possession.
