Viola Thompson looked indifferent, not finding it strange at all that she had discovered a bomb.
A moment later, she looked back faintly and uttered one word.
"Smell."
The scent of gunpowder was very pungent.
Ordinary people might not notice it, but her sense of smell was naturally sensitive, so she detected it immediately.
Initially, Viola also had her suspicions.
Who would bury a bomb on the road?
Unexpectedly.
With a light test, she indeed confirmed the presence of the bomb.
Who had placed this bomb?
Viola narrowed her eyes slightly.
Nathaniel Besian approached Viola, "Master, did you smell it?"
"Yes," Viola nodded slightly.
Nathaniel held his thumb up to Viola, "As expected of you!"
Why hadn't he smelled it?
A moment later, Nathaniel frowned slightly, "Who could have planted the bomb? Besides the Chief of the Linta Tribe in Frica, no one else knows we're here temporarily."
Even if someone knew.
They wouldn't bury a bomb on the road.
