The Worm Witch's gaze was too dangerous. Perhaps sensing his anger, the Poisonous Insect he had been toying with in his hand also reared up its small body, looking ready to attack at any moment.
The Beastman Captain's legs instantly went soft. "Witch, the salt that the Snow Tiger Tribe brought out is truly different from the salt of our Red Flame Plain and the Sea Side Tribe.
That salt is the color of the sky. It's very pure, with no bitterness or impurities."
Hearing this, the Worm Witch's narrow eyes narrowed slightly. Only then did he slowly lean back against the stone behind him. "Tsk~ Could they have really found a new place to trade for salt?"
Although the Worm Witch seemed to be asking a question, the Beastman Warriors below were so desperate to survive that they fell utterly silent, each one as quiet as the gravel on the floor.
