Barbarians glanced between themselves and at Teman's lifeless body several times before averting their gaze to Asher.
There was a great sense of respect in their eyes.
Strength was law—this was the only rule they followed and also the reason Teman had ruled for decades. The fear he had instilled in their hearts made them see him as a godlike entity.
A man who could not be defeated.
That had been the mindset of the Dothanites for decades, and it had slowly cemented itself as a law.
Never oppose Teman!
Omar Seir, Teman's younger brother, who had his arms crossed all this time, finally took a step forward.
"You proposed an exchange? We want the food and clothes. What do you want?"
His indifference to his brother and sister's deaths piqued Asher's curiosity, but since things were now working in his favour, he saw no reason to poke into a supposed unpleasant past.
His bronze skin shone brightly under the sunlight.
"Warp ore. It has a blue luster and—!"
