That hard iron-skinned nut turned straight into an exceptionally fine powder between her delicate fingers.
It drifted down in a scattered shower onto the bluestone paving, without leaving even the tiniest crumb behind.
Bart's smile froze completely on his face. The air went utterly still.
Normally, he had to place those iron-skinned nuts on an anvil and hammer them seven or eight times with a half-pound iron hammer just to crack a seam.
Yet this young woman before him, who looked so delicate and wore a coarse linen apron, had casually crushed one into powder with two fingers.
Bart's mind completely short-circuited. He knew exactly how hard those nuts were.
Even the strong first-tier guards in merchant caravans found it difficult to crush them with their bare hands.
Could this ordinary-looking woman actually be some terrifying high-tier knight?
Bart swallowed with difficulty.
He felt that his own neck would not withstand those two fingers either.
If she took a dislike to him and gave him a single slap, his fat body would turn into a heap of mangled flesh.
Saina looked at the powder in her hand, embarrassed.
"Uh..." Saina looked innocently at Bart. "Could these nuts have gone bad? Why are they so brittle?"
Cold sweat immediately soaked through the silk robe on Bart's back.
He stiffly backed away two steps, his calves cramping uncontrollably.
"Ah... right." Bart forced out a particularly awful smile. "They might have gone bad."
He turned to glance at his luxurious carriage.
"Well..." Bart said hurriedly, "I suddenly remembered—I think I took the wrong alley. Right, the house I bought is actually on the next street over. Sorry for disturbing you! Truly sorry!"
With that, Bart turned and ran without hesitation.
Without caring about his dignity, he leaped onto the carriage that had not