The slave didn't know why Shiba had stopped him, but he didn't dare to ignore the words of his benefactor.
"I come from a small village in the arid zone."
After hearing the slave's words, Shiba felt confident that he had guessed right who he was.
"The village that has the water artifact, I guess."
The slave was surprised to hear Shiba's words. For most people, a village having a water artifact wouldn't mean anything. Only those who had been in the arid zone knew how strange it was for the people there to have such an artifact.
"Your face tells me I guessed right. In the past, when I was still weak, your village offered me shelter and food when I was traveling through the arid zone. Your mother should have made your clothes, right?"
The slave was too skinny, but Shiba felt some familiarity on his face, given that he had met his family before. Moreover, the tattered clothes he was wearing were identical to the ones Shiba received back then.