"Wow, this one is strange, and it's pure black!"
Eric, amazed, picked up the black pearl, turning it over and over under the firelight.
If not for the fear of wasting it, he really wanted to try prying it open to see if the inside was also such a mysterious black color.
He held the pearl up to admire it for a moment, then suddenly thought of something and turned to Max, his voice slightly triumphant:
"Those Black Wolves were planning to trade pearls for our food. Now, this is great, our stuff might be even better than theirs."
Max looked at his gleeful expression, a rare smile flashing across his face. He gently stroked his head, his voice deep and warm:
"The grades are different. Apart from this black pearl, the rest of ours are just common types, they won't trade for much."
"Is that so."
It seemed he had been too naive. Eric was a little dejected, pouting. But he quickly brushed it aside, squinting at Max, his voice full of teasing insinuation:
