Chapter 776
One of the children noticed Mr. Micah and immediately beamed, waving enthusiastically. “Mr. Micah!”
Nina turned her head at the sound. Mr. Micah was wearing a black shirt today, with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his forearms.
He stood in the sunlight, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a few books. His black eyes were inscrutable behind his gold -rimmed glasses, but his mouth curved into a deep smile.
The next moment, the children around Nina swarmed toward Mr. Micah.
“Mr. Micah, she said that it should be ‘perfect’ instead of ‘prefect’!”
“Mr. Micah, didn’t you tell us last time that it’s the ‘prefect’?”
“Mr. Micah, we only trust you!”
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Voices clamored all at once, and a few children even glared at Nina. Suddenly, a little boy picked up a stone and hurled it at her.
Nina quickly dodged, but Mr. Micah rushed over, taking the hit on his thigh.
Mr. Micah’s expression turned stern. “Sean, what have I taught you?”
The boy, Sean, lowered his head. “Mr. Micah, you taught us to be kind to others and not to use violence.”
Mr. Micah not only taught these children but also set an example for the local residents. Otherwise, Nina and Carl wouldn’t have been able to enter the village. The main reason they were allowed in was because Carl was from the Yaren tribe.
Sean protested, “Mr. Micah, you’re our only teacher. Who does she think she is?”
Sean’s words, spoken in the Yaren language, were filled with hostility. Strangely, Nina understood him. Carl had taught her some basic phrases, and she had studied on her own the previous night.
Mr. Micah’s voice was firm. “Even if she’s not your teacher, she pointed out a mistake. You should accept her correction graciously. I can’t always be here. Now, apologize to this lady.”
Reluctantly, Sean walked over to Nina, head bowed. In broken English, he said, “Sorry…”
“It’s okay. You might have confused the two words. Now that Mr. Micah is here, he can explain it to you properly,” Nina said warmly.
Since Mr. Micah had chosen to stay here and become the children’s teacher, and considering his scholarly demeanor, it was unlikely that he had made a mistake. However, despite defending the children, he had admitted that he couldn’t always be right. With such a personality, Nina found it hard to associate him with the tyrant known as the Pharaoh. Yet, she couldn’t keep her eyes on him all the time.
Nina left with the man and Carl to help repair the school. Carl worked silently, not speaking a word to her.
Before long, she heard the clear sounds of children reading aloud. The harmony of their voices felt out of place in the midst of such chaos, highlighting the village’s protection and the quality of its shelter.
“Here’s our lunch for today,” the man’s voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts. He handed Nina a small, roasted potato.
“Thank you,” Nina said in Yaren language.
She sat on a stone, peeling the potato when a shadow fell over her. Looking up, she saw Mr. Micah standing there, a gentle smile on his face.
“The children are still very young, and I’m the only teacher here. I’m sorry for earlier,” he said apologetically.