"We've been eating pinecones for hundreds of years in the Rabbit Race, chewing them whole or drying them for storage. No one has ever thought of grinding them into powder and cooking them in soup... How did you come up with such an odd way of eating?"
The moment these words were spoken, there was a sudden silence by the fire pit.
The surrounding tribesmen all paused their actions.
Kaelan Hawthorne knew well that mentioning Seraphina Caldwell's name at this moment was indeed inappropriate.
He was aware of Seraphina Caldwell's unique skills.
In this survival-of-the-fittest world, such skills were far too eye-catching.
Once they spread, it was inevitable that jealousy would follow.
Seraphina Caldwell felt her heart tighten and instinctively wanted to change the subject.
But before she could speak, Kaelan Hawthorne had already opened his mouth.
"It wasn't a guess of ours; it was Seraphina."
