I Can See All The Bosses' Drops-Chapter 694 - 683: Dragon Tribe

On a picturesque plain, in a small village surrounded only by a simple fence:

A young man in tattered clothes was walking quickly with his head down, holding a dagger.

In this small village, all the houses were constructed of wood.

The roofs were simply covered with a layer of withered straw and a few enormous leaves.

Around the houses, busy figures were shuttling back and forth;

And some elderly were sitting in front of their homes, picking unknown vegetables and doing simple chores;

Meanwhile, children were chasing each other playfully on the makeshift streets;

Laughter and joy filled every corner of the village.

But the pale-faced young man in tattered clothes formed a sharp contrast with the pure smiles around him.

An old lady sitting at the door, stitching and mending, saw the young man and smiled with a face full of wrinkles.

"Brant, weren't you out hunting with the hunting party?"

"Why are you back so soon?"

"Where are the others?"

However, the young man seemed not to hear the old lady's inquiries, leaving only a thin back for her to see.

The old woman was greatly surprised:

"What's up with Brant today?"

"Why does he look so troubled?"

Nevertheless, the old woman didn't pay it much mind and continued her work.

The man named Brant appeared absent-minded, ignoring the villagers' warm greetings around him.

Just then, a sweet-looking girl stood in Brant's way and said:

"Brant, I'm calling you, why are you ignoring me?"

With his head down, deep in thought, Brant suddenly felt someone blocking his path.

His gaze suddenly fell on a pair of worn grass shoes in front of him.

Though patched, they couldn't hide the delicate feet within.

Noticing Brant's gaze, those tender feet involuntarily retreated two steps, and then a soft reprimand came to his ears:

"Brant, where are you looking?"

At that moment, Brant reacted and looked up at the girl blocking his way.

Though her clothes were sewn from coarse linen, they couldn't conceal her extraordinary beauty and ethereal aura.

Brant looked at her in surprise:

"Belica, why are you here?"

The girl named Belica pouted angrily:

"Aren't I the one who should be asking you that?"

"Weren't you hunting with Uncle Warren? Why are you back so soon?"

At the mention of this, Brant seemed to recall something, his expression changed:

"Belica, I have an urgent matter to report to the Clan Leader."

"I'll explain to you later when I have time."

With that, Brant bypassed the girl and continued towards the Clan Leader's residence.

It was the largest building in the village, two stories high.

Located in the center of the village.

"You!"

Belica watched Brant's back in surprise and then chased after him without hesitation:

"What happened?"

"Where's Uncle Warren, why did only you come back?"

"Hey, wait for me..."

Brant hurried to the Clan Leader's house and knocked on the door loudly:

"Clan Leader, something big happened, hurry out."

Belica, appearing behind Brant, anxiously asked:

"Did something happen to Uncle Warren and the others?"

"Creak~"

The door suddenly opened, and an elderly man stepped out:

"Brant?"

The elder looked displeased:

"Do you want to dismantle the newly repaired door?"

This elder was Sigmund, the village's Clan Leader.

Brant quickly apologized:

"No, no, it's not that, Clan Leader, I..."

"Alright, alright!"

Seeing Brant stammering, Sigmund quickly interrupted:

"Tell me what's happening."

"What's so urgent?"

Brant then remembered his purpose for coming, urgently said:

"On our way to the Shadow Forest, we encountered a Beastman tribe that had been lying in ambush."

"Our entire team was captured by them."

Upon hearing this, Sigmund and Belica were both shocked:

"What!"

Hearing Brant's words, Sigmund's face turned pale instantly.

Sigmund quickly brought Brant into the house, saying:

"Come in quickly."

He also glanced at Belica:

"You too, come in."

The three rushed into the house, and Sigmund, after ensuring no one else was around, closed the door tightly.

Then Sigmund asked Brant with a steady face:

"Quick, tell us."

"What exactly happened."

Brant could only succinctly explain:

"As we were about to enter the Shadow Forest, Warren and I were quickly overpowered by them."

Belica anxiously asked:

"How did you escape?"

Sigmund stopped Belica, saying:

"Let him speak."

After explaining, Brant had calmed down somewhat.

Then he continued in a steady tone:

"They deliberately let me go back."

"Their goal is to have me tell you, Clan Leader: By noon tomorrow, ten sacks of grain must be taken over to exchange for our men."

"What? Ten sacks."

Sigmund, upon hearing this, was furious:

"Those bastards are trying to kill us!"

Belica turned red with anger and said:

"Why don't they just rob us!"

"Ten sacks of grain is our tribe's food supply for a hundred days."

No matter what, Sigmund, as the Clan Leader, had seen many ups and downs in his life.

His emotions quickly came under control.

Sigmund turned to Brant and asked:

"What if we don't give or can't produce it?"

Brant painfully closed his eyes, his voice trembling:

"One person will be killed for every length of the sunset."

"Those beasts!"

"Bang!"

Sigmund punched a nearby pillar, causing dust to fall from above, yet the three remained standing as if unaware.

After a while, Brant looked up at Sigmund with hopeful eyes, asking:

"Clan Leader, what should we do now?"

Though Sigmund appeared elderly, his words and actions remained vigorous.

He now showed a fierce expression, clenching his fists with veins bulging.

Several times, Sigmund's fists clenched and unclenched, again and again.

After repeating this several times, Sigmund let out a deep sigh:

"Prepare the grain, exchange for our men tomorrow."

Hearing this, Belica and Brant appeared conflicted, their faces full of struggle and reluctance.

Finally, Sigmund powerlessly said:

"Even if we lose the grain, going hungry for a while won't kill us."

"But if something happens to Warren and the others, our Dragon Tribe would truly be left to be slaughtered."

At this, Sigmund's eyes were filled with determination:

"We cannot let our great Dragon Race head towards extinction."

"Dragon? Haha~"

Standing nearby, Brant suddenly filled with sarcasm:

"Does such a mighty race capable of soaring the skies really exist in this world..."