Knocked flat on the ground, Bella suddenly recalled something she had experienced on Wind Sand Islet.
Snakefolk and humans governed the place together, and often argued over whether a policy could accommodate both races.
They endlessly debated issues such as whether the legally mandated amount of sleep should be eight hours or eighteen.
After all, as cold-blooded creatures with slow metabolisms, most snakefolk retained the habits of snakes and stayed motionless under normal circumstances, leaving them unable to work long hours like humans.
Strangely, however, when the snakefolk decided to adapt to human life and support the eight-hour sleep system, the humans instead indignantly cursed them as scabs, raised the banner of eighteen hours of sleep, and demanded equal pay for equal work. "All we ask for is fairness!"
That experience had taught her not to treat humans as clueless idiots.
Never judge them by what they said. Look at what they actually did.
That was why she felt that although the human before her claimed he was "looking for the antidote," the hands roaming over her waist were anything but well behaved.
"Pretty slippery."
Tang Qi felt something slick and cold beneath his fingertips. Muttering, he removed the pouch at her waist. Several glass vials held clear, transparent liquid, with bubbles rising inside—
"Is this the antidote?"
"Yes..." Bella clenched her fangs and reluctantly admitted it.
"See? Snakefolk just aren't honest."
Tang Qi smashed the potion in front of her. "Since you're highly resistant to poison, why would you develop an antidote and carry it around with you?"
Reptile! This human was even more cunning than they were!
Bella looked toward Bell and the other snakefolk nearby, who had likewise been knocked down and left immobile with shattered leg bones. She realized they had chosen the wrong path from