The young barbarian boy couldn't help himself as he curiously stretched out a finger toward the golden frog in front of him. A nearby barbarian warrior took a step forward with a hand on his weapon when he saw that, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
Carefully, the young boy placed his finger on the frog's smooth head and gently stroked it with a blossoming smile on his face. He knew it wasn't a real frog, but it was lifelike, and it even moved like it was hopping around in the air after he stroked.
It was something that had no practical use. There would never be a situation in a fight where making a lifelike frog would give Zach an advantage unless his opponent was a frog enthusiast like himself.
But it was a display of his mastery over Blessed Defense.
"Do you know about summoners?" Zach asked. The boy was startled again since he had been so focused on the frog flying around his head with its legs outstretched like a bird. But he wasn't as scared as before.
