Holding a piece of fried scorpions, Dawn led the group to the shop that had caught their attention with its cries earlier.
When they arrived at the shop whose owner had been calling out "Honey Pot Ants," they looked at the Honey Pot Ants being raised inside and realized just how fitting the name of this "local specialty" was.
The front half of these ants resembled ordinary ants, only much larger, while their abdomens were swollen to the size of cherries.
Having never seen such creatures before, Dawn and the others were all fascinated, taking turns asking the owner what kind of species they were.
The middle-aged owner merely smiled at Sola's many questions. There was none of that absurd scene where he chased them out just because they were kids. Though if they had been local brats, the owner would probably have changed his expression by now.
The shop owner was a middle-aged man who had seen plenty of passing customers. Though these were only a few young kids, not just anyone could wear Navy uniforms.
They clearly had some spending power, and there were so many of them. Honey Pot Ants were small, so they would definitely buy quite a few.
Even if they had no money, wasn't there that Rear Admiral from earlier? Surely the Navy would not skip out on a bill?
Thus, the shrewd owner showed no impatience toward Sola and the others' questions. Instead, he had them quiet down and began explaining the Honey Pot Ants in detail.
"The name Honey Pot Ants comes from how gluttonous these ants are. Their abdomens swell up as if they're dragging around big jars of honey. Look, don't their bellies look like jars?"
After saying that, the owner smiled and pointed at the Honey Pot Ants in