We moved on to checking the ores, spider web, and more while Bonte dismantled the nightmares.
I also sold the trees I uprooted when I killed the Giganto Cyclops. Those were dirt cheap, though.
"We use hemp," Étienne explained. "Wood is... too troublesome to work with, and trees take too long to grow back. Depending on how much E'er a tree has absorbed, it's also difficult to make anything out of it."
I nodded, looking at the five silver coins in my palm. Even though I gave the man a decent amount of large trees, the monetary return was absolutely not worth it. "How about houses?" I inquired.
"Those are old," the catman nearing the end of his 1900 years of life calmly explained. "Everything made out of wood should be around five hundred thousand years old by now."
I hummed. "What about-"
"Exceptions exist, naturally," he interrupted me with a raised eyebrow.
"Right," I muttered with a nod, choosing not to be pedantic.
Bonte returned and told Étienne about the spiders.
