The witch thought I am a Demon God

Ivita racked her brains but could not figure out what Pan God’s objective had been here sixty years ago.

Wind Bone Granny opened the Duke’s tomb to reveal not a body but a large hole at the bottom.

She said, "Great Lord of the Marsh, this tomb was used to hide our Longhair Tribe’s most treasured wealth. The Duke’s body has been moved. This is where we discovered the Corpse Dragon Devil Tuber sixty years ago."

"It is also where we, the Longhair Tribe, gather Swamp Red Flowers."

"For the past sixty years, nearly anyone who approached this place would be killed by us of the Longhair Tribe."

"However, since it’s you, it is okay to tell."

Ivita asked, "Why reveal your tribe’s origins and secrets so openly, especially since they involve an alien flora?"

Wind Bone Granny shook her head, chuckling. "There are three reasons. First, I like the look in your eyes."

"Second, you are the Great Lord of the marsh, you have the right to know the secrets of the race you rule. Hiding them from you brings us no advantage. It’s better to tell you now than let you discover it later. It would be almost impossible to keep it completely concealed from you."

"Third, the Corpse Dragon Devil Tuber is a treasure of the marsh, not our tribe’s. If someone else could exploit it to better use, that would be the best scenario. After all, you still need the Longhair Tribe to guard this place."

Ivita nodded, understanding that she wanted to reinforce the Longhair Tribe’s position in her minds.