No one knew about the conversation between that group of people, it merely took place in a quiet corner of the street. Meanwhile, at the spot where Ewan was setting up his stall, the merchant who had copied him by selling snails seemed unable to hold it in any longer. Consequently, the man threw the ladle in his hand into his own pan of snails, pointing his finger and cursing out loud, "Do not let its outward appearance fool everyone! Crabs are filthy things, full of mud and disease. He uses those weird, overpowering spices just to hide the fact that the food is stale and spoiled! Be careful, or you will bring disaster upon yourselves and invite illness into your bodies by eating that!"
His physical build was large and coarse, and his voice was not quiet either, deliberately screaming for everyone to hear. There were a few people from afar who saw the bustling crowd and intended to come over to see what was going on, but upon hearing that, their footsteps also came to a halt.
