From the Minotaur patrols surrounding the area, it's clear that this sub-tribe is on alert against outsiders.
But Shami didn't care about that, and once again dispatched the Slime Squad to attack this sub-tribe.
Soon, chaos ensued all around the sub-tribe.
That's exactly what he wanted—chaos.
Looking at the Minotaur beside him, who had transformed from a Dragon Race Maiden, Shami patted her arm.
"Aren't you wearing too much, Elze?"
"No, I'm not."
Compared to other Minotaurs, Elze was wearing not only shorts but also a top, trying her best to cover her skin.
After transforming into a Minotaur, the skin others touch is not her own but a layer of skin transformed from the dragon scales covering her original skin.
However, even so, the Dragon Race Maiden still disliked being touched by strangers.
"Then later you take advantage of the chaos to blend in. Just communicate in the way we agreed upon."
"Got it."
Elze nodded, ready to run over.
Shami held her back.
