"What does this magical plant do?" Phield asked curiously. Remembering his earlier mistake, he didn't reach out to touch it. "Ashina, do you know?"
Ashina hurriedly placed the magical plant into a jar. "You can't just smell it, and you definitely can't stare at it randomly. What if it's poisonous?"
"You're being a bit overly cautious," Phield said awkwardly. His previous reckless behavior had clearly left Ashina with a lasting impression.
"I don't know its exact effects. If we had an alchemist, that would help. For now, we'll take it back and keep it alive."
With that, Ashina placed the jar onto the handcart.
Meanwhile, the slaves stepped forward on their own initiative and began carving up the crocodile's corpse.
"Help! Save me!"
