Erin’s soup might have been an unknown quantity, but apparently Relc’s punching power was not. That opened the floodgates, and soon Erin had emptied one jar of her defense soup or as Relc wanted to call it—Scale Soup. “Because it gives you another set of scales, get it? Look! I can barely cut this guy’s scales with the knife!” “Ancestors! Stop!” Relc was chasing the black-scaled Drake around with the kitchen knife
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