"Little one from the Snow Wolf Tribe, what is your meat made of, why does it smell so fragrant?"
A kind-looking beastman, wearing thick, snow-white animal skin clothes, couldn't help but open his mouth to ask.
Being stared at by so many people, Eric felt a little shy, peeking his head out from behind Max's shoulder and saying:
"I cooked it with a sauce I made myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, before the beastman from earlier could speak, an elderly man from the group of luxuriously dressed beastmen that Eric had paid special attention to earlier stepped out, arrogantly tossing Eric an exquisitely made brocade pouch.
"Little one, inside this is a whole bag of sea beastman pearls. That pot of food and the jar next to it, we'll take them all."
Max's eyes immediately turned cold. He raised his hand to catch the brocade pouch, not even glancing at it before throwing it right back.
"People of the Black Wolf Tribe, get lost."
