C96 CHAPTER 96

Fuming, the beastmen's leader brandished his paw.

“Good boy, you can talk,” Sam quipped, barely suppressing a chuckle.

“That which she offers is a sacred artifact of our race, not meant for... for someone like you!” the pug-faced beastman protested.

“It's not a trinket from your dog-headed tribe! It's a sacred relic of the cat clan!” the girl retorted.

“When I say it belongs to our race