What a ridiculous accusation. Agave? She better not make her lose her mind!“Servants! Go search for Agave and that woman with dark hair!” Vitellus ordered. His expression turned as serious as Arete’s, and he probably understood her frustration.
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“That smells funny. Are you sure about this?” Agave was puzzled, while Matea was stirring a pot of crushed nuts in boiling water. Those were white oak nuts, abundantly available in the forest.
“My servants told me that it’s poisonous.” Agave added. Picking up a piece of crushed acorn, she took a small bite. Immediately, she spitted it out “Eww! Bitter! Are you sure we can eat these squirrel nuts?”
“Ya, not raw.” Matea replied. When the water turned brown, she sorted it to another empty wooden bucket, refilling the pot of nuts with clear ri
