Gamaliel did not make things difficult for Johannes; he reached out and directly took the small animal skin pouch. Untying the knot, he looked down and discovered that inside were snow-white grains, fine and loose like sea sand. He asked curiously, "What is this? Magic powder?"
"This is salt, sir."
"Huh? Do you think I am easy to fool?" Gamaliel narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as a knife. He had seen high-quality coarse salt offered by the nobility, but no matter how good the quality or how many times it was filtered, the color would always lean towards yellow or grayish-brown. It would absolutely not be as purely white and flawless as the substance in this pouch.
