Noah Grant looked at Javier Sinclair with a smile. "How about it, brother? Did you learn it?"
Javier gave a slight nod. "Yes, I've got it. Thank you."
Hearing this, Noah laughed. "Haha, as long as you've learned it! There's no need to be polite; we're all on the same side here. You can mull it over and study it on your own later, and you'll master it in no time. Alright, enough about that for now. I promised to treat you to barbecue. Just sit back and get ready to eat, brother! I'm quite the chef."
Javier said softly, "I'll gladly take you up on that, then."
"No, no..." Noah waved his hand, his face full of smiles. "It's no trouble at all. You saved us this time. My wife and I are the ones who should be thanking you."
The Eastwood Clan did not have a large population—there were only about three hundred of them in total. This place looked like a small village, but The Eastwood Clan was indeed a clan of The Divines.
