"You've only seen them once, so how can you say that? From what I see, you probably didn't even release them but slaughtered them like those mechanical monsters!"
"The lead wolf mentioned you to me."
Ethan calmly relayed the creatures' opinion on the man with the white turban, "He said you're stingy, barely give any food, have body odor, and don't bathe for several days while traveling, often smelling worse than rotten mud."
Everyone at the table was horrified, although it was hard to discern the truth in Ethan's words, Charlotte and Phoebe instinctively covered their noses—they were eating and couldn't tolerate a filth reportedly smellier than rotten mud wandering around them.
And seeing the white turban's thunderstruck expression, it was evident Ethan's words had hit the mark.
"It... it said that?"
"Moreover, it wasn't just one buyer who complained about the wild creatures you sold being stinky, but you always blamed it on the creatures dirtying themselves."
