Zhao Tumei had black hair. None of her friends had this kind of blond hair.
He smelled it; his sense of smell was good enough.
He detected a completely unfamiliar scent of spices.
He used the "Book of Slaves" to appraise it.
"This is a hair from a demon race female, very young and healthy, beyond ordinary rank."
There was no more information.
Ma Lin thought about consuming contribution points to appraise where the spice on the hair came from, its production process, to figure out the potential identity of this demon race girl.
However, he found it was not possible.
About ten minutes passed, and a young ape demon came with a tray, which contained a corn bun, a bowl of barley porridge, and a pickled garlic clove, all passed through the bars.
Ma Lin picked them up to eat, and still found the taste especially good.
Especially the porridge and pickled garlic, they were very fragrant upon entry.