She knows she is insignificant before these dangerous powerhouses, not even worth their glance. If it weren't for the mercy of this deity as bright as the sun, they would have already perished.
"My lord, my name is Zora. You need not mind us, please go ahead with your work, I will do my utmost to assist with your research."
Mrs. Yalong spoke sincerely, truly afraid of annoying this merciful and beautiful deity again.
"Mm, my name is Dorothy."
Dorothy naturally noticed the nervousness of Mrs. Zora in front of her, and she understood her current feelings.
If possible, who would want to entrust their life and death to anyone's benevolence? The feeling of having one's entire clan's fate hinged on another's whim must be unsettling.
However, she didn't offer much comfort, knowing well that her words could not really put the other at ease. Actions speak louder than words, and building mutual trust requires time, it cannot be rushed.
So she merely stated her name as an equal.
