Girls received hair ties and clips, while boys got knee pads, ser balls, and textbooks. The older girls were given lipsticks and skincare products. These older girls had never seen such items before and were curious, with their brown eyes filled with confusion. "Mr. Micah, what is this?" one of them asked.


    "Lipstick can enhance your skin tone," Mr. Micah patiently exined. "In other countries, people use it to make themselves look better. This process is called makeup. This is foundation. If you don''t know how to use it, I can find a video for you to watch and learn from."


    Mr. Micah spoke in a mix of English and Yarennguage, and Nina could mostly understand him.


    "Thank you, Mr. Micah!" The girl didn''t fully understand but clutched the lipstick and skincare products like treasures. The desire to look beautiful is a natural human trait.


    The children were thrilled with their gifts. "Mr. Micah, pleasee to my house for dinner tonight! My mom sold some herbs and bought chicken and eggs."


    "Teacher,e to my house, we have potatoes!"


    "Teacher, we have sweet potatoes at home!"


    "Teacher, we have cookies!"


    The children eagerly invited him, waving their hands and speaking all at once.


    This vige was much better off than the one the boy came from. While the kids didn''t mention anyvish meals, they at least had enough to eat. Unlike the boy''s vige...


    Nina nced at the boy and saw him clenching his fists, the veins on his hands bulging. He felt a deep sense of injustice.


    Why was his vige struggling so much while this vige, under the watch of the allied forces, had enough food and education opportunities?


    Who exactly was this Mr. Micah who knew the Pharaoh?


    Nina pulled the boy aside. "Before we understand the situation, don''t act rashly. You can teach me some basic Yaren words."From N?velDrama.Org.


    Although these children and Mr.


    Micah spoke in English, most of them spoke it poorly and mixed in some Yarennguage. Everything needed to be approached with patience.


    The boy''s anger subsided a bit at Nina''s reminder. They were on someone else''s turf, and confrontation wouldn''t help. But Mr. Micah had already noticed them. Everyone here was a local, and apart from the boy''s appearance, Nina stood out starkly among the people in this ce.


    After settling the children, Mr. Micah walked over to them. "Where did youe from?"


    "We escaped from the north," Nina replied.


    The northern Yaren...


    Mr. Micah''s eyes darkened, and he spoke in a low voice, "That area is close to the war zone. You''re lucky to have escaped."


    The northern Yaren tribe lived near the war zone where the viges were very poor. However, the people here in the central part of the Yaren tribe had received protection. The allied forces did not allow further intervention in the north, so they focused on protecting the people here.


    Despite this, the allied forces


    frequently caused trouble, even


    attempting to infiltrate several times, though they were always caught. Now, aboy and a foreigner had arrived, iming to be escapees, which seemed suspicious.


    "The people here are luckier than we are," Nina remarked.