Benisha is very tall, and even if not the red calf horns on her head, she is about the same height as Dorn.

Her white hair is long and stays above her hips.

In Dorn's opinion, it is the degree to which you must flirt when you go to the toilet.

In addition, Benissa's dress is different from other taurens I saw along the way.

Although she also wears a leather outfit, she is still wearing some metal armor.

However, this armor is probably very strict from the perspective of the Tauren. But from the perspective of humans, it may be too cool.

It is inexplicably consistent with the "common sense" that the less female characters wear, the higher their defense.

In short, at first glance, Benisha's appearance was similar to that of the monster girl in Dorn's cognition.

"Half human blood, half tauren blood, I feel like I have a special appearance that can poke some strange people XP."

After seeing Benisha, this was the first impression in Dorn.

"Benesa, I..." Old Chiz spoke, looking at his daughter with a little cramped look, and he couldn't continue halfway.

"Father, I heard Alista say you're coming."

On the contrary, Benisha acted very calmly. The tone of her speech to her father was very polite, so polite that she was a little disgusted.

"Oh, then this one is..." Old Chiz turned sideways again, preparing to introduce Donne beside him.

"Mr. Dorn, right? Alista just told me." Benisha nodded to Dorn.

Alista she mentioned was the young tauren guard who had taken Dorn and Old Chitz to meet Chief Kane.

"Oh, that, that..."

Lao Qizi wanted to say something to his daughter, but found that he would not find a suitable topic for a while.

"Come in and sit for a while."

Benisa took the initiative to move away from the door and signaled the two outside the tent to enter the room.

"Oh, oh." Old Chiz nodded slowly and walked into the tent.

And Dorn had nowhere to go for a while, and with the thought of observing the white-haired and red-eyed monster girl, she also entered the heifer's tent together.

The furnishings in Benisha's tent are simple.

It's nothing more than beds, tables and chairs, several wooden boxes for storing items, and some tools for maintaining weapons and armor in the corner.

It was impossible to tell that this was the girl's room.

"Sit down. Grandma Lulubo will come to deliver the meal later. I have already told her that she will deliver three meals today."

Benisha said this, pointing to the tables and chairs in the center of the tent, signaling Donn and Old Chitz to sit down.

She herself went to the corner of the tent and used an object similar to a whetstone to polish a huge two-handed axe.

The heifer was very strong, and the whetstone was slamming on the axe with both hands, and the sparks were almost coming out.

"Benisha, you are..." Old Chiz looked at his daughter's movements and looked a little dazed.

"Maintain the weapon." Benisha still answered quickly.

"Then you plan to... tomorrow..."

"Well, I've signed up for the [Blood and Corner] competition."

"Benesa, that competition..."

"I've made the decision, dad."

"oh……"

The father and daughter didn't seem to have much special emotional investment, and they were all speed.

After they stopped talking, only the sound of a whetstone sharpening the axe blade was left in the tent.

And Dorn, an outsider, sat next to him and listened to the two of them talking throughout the whole time.

How to say it.

Old Chiz and Benisha feel completely different from being a real father and daughter.

Courteous, reserved, painless, and inability to have in-depth conversations.

This blood-related father and daughter act like a nodding friend that had just met.

However, Dorn is not unable to understand the reason for this.

After all, Old Chiz can enter the ruins once every seven years, and each time he enters the ruins, he can only stay for 15 days.

Benisa is probably in her early twenties at the moment, which means she has only seen her father for 30 days since she was so old.

Today is the 31st day.

The atmosphere in the tent was silent, and the heifer was still carefully maintaining his weapons, while Lao Qiz was a little uneasy.

Even Dorn, an outsider, felt very embarrassed.

And embarrassing time always passes very long.

I don’t know how long it took, the door of the tent was knocked again.

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"The door is not locked." Benisha kept moving in her hand, not looking up.

Then, the door was gently opened.

A pair of cyan calf horns poked out of the door frame, and the standard Shota sounded:

"Sister Benisha, I heard that Mr. Chiz and Mr. Dorn are both here with you."

"Bain? Yes, they are all here, come in." Benisha looked up at the person outside the door, then lowered her head to continue polishing her weapons.

At this time, the pair of green calf horns completely penetrated into the door.

Dorn could see clearly that what he walked in was a young Minotaus boy.

It may be his teenage years old.

The little calves named Bain wears silver chains with horns and gems tied to his hair. It looks like the dress of the elite.

In fact, this is true. Bane Maverick is actually Chief Kane's grandson.

The serious talented elite.

After Bain walked into the tent, his eyes wandered between Dorn and Old Chitz for a while before finally fixing him on Dorn:

"You are Mr. Dorn, whom Grandpa and Grandma Tamara, right? I'm here to find you."

"Uh, is this hard to tell?" Dorn raised his eyebrows.

"Moo, sorry. The last time Mr. Chiz came, I was still very young, so this was the first time I have ever seen a human being in my memory. I think...I think humans look almost the same. Moo, sorry."

Bain scratched the back of his head.

Dorn:...

To be honest, Dorn did not feel that Bain's words were offending him. Because... he felt that the Taurens looked the same.

"Nothing to be sorry for." Dorn waved his hand, "What are you doing with me?"

"Grandpa Kane asked me to come to you, and he said that during this time you are here, I will be responsible for your diet and daily life."

Bain said this, and he spoke faster than he had just said, and seemed a little guilty.

"Oh." Dorn nodded, "Why, why don't you take me around your settlement first?"

Although I noticed the guilty tone of Maverick Bain.

At the same time, it also feels that it is a bit strange that the people of the Tartar arrange an elite calf to be responsible for their daily life during this period.

But Dorn quickly seized the opportunity to leave the tent.

"Leave it to me." Bain, the Maverick, patted his chest.

...

After leaving Benisha's tent, Dorn breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where does Mr. Dorn want to visit first?" The little bald man stood beside Dorn, looking at him with his cow's head held high.
Chapter completed!