Chapter 1117: Savior
Sein was not exactly a saint.
The average life expectancy of Beastmen World’s ratfolk was short—barely a decade or two at most.
It was still hard to believe that native races with such short lives actually existed in a large-sized plane.
The ratfolk in front of Sein looked around seven years old. Judging by their condition, most of them would not even make it to the average life expectancy.
At the rate they were going, another two years of life would already be considered a miracle.
“Based on my research and observation, the theoretical lifespan of ratfolk in Beastmen World should be around forty. Some of the longer-lived variants might reach sixty or seventy,” Leena said, shaking her head.
Leena, who had already seen her fair share of tragedies across Blackhaven territory, was not particularly sympathetic toward the harsh reality of this small beastman kingdom. Her voice remained calm and rational.
"There’s definitely a big gap between theoretical lifespan, average life expectancy, and how long they actually live. Let’s make a note of it. There’s still a lot in this world worth studying," Sein said.
As Sein and his group passed through the barren fields, many ratfolk looked on from a distance, eyes filled with awe and fear.
As soon as he arrived in this area, Sein had expected to be swarmed by beggars or starving peasants.
In truth, nothing of the sort happened.