Stefan''s eyes brightened and he eagerly asked, "Can you take me there to get some? My wife has


    been poisoned, and I need it to save her. If you can take me there to get some, I''ll satisfy any request


    you and the vigers have."


    "We''re doing fine as we are. We don''t need an outsider like you trying to poke your nose into things.”


    Easton red at Stefan fiercely. "The dragon''s saliva is a treasure belonging to my tribe, so how can


    we just give some of it to an outsider? If you keep this up, you''ll be punished by our tribe''sws. For


    your information, my tribe doesn''t belong to any administrative region, so we don''t have to take


    responsibility if we want to hack you into pieces." Easton wasn''t just saying that to scare Stefan-Dragos


    was a small society with a long history, and they had their own rules unbound by anyws. They were


    simr to the ancient cannibal tribes of Zambawi. Stefan had entered the vige on his own initiative,


    which had infuriated the vigers. Hence, he was at their mercy.


    "I know that my request is very rude to you all, but I really need this. Please grant my wish!" Stefan was


    not afraid of Easton’s warning. He kept his head bowed and begged Easton again.


    "Hey, do you understand what I''m saying? I''m telling you that the thing you want is the treasure of my


    tribe. We can''t just hand over something like that to an outsider. Are you here to ruin my tribe?" 2


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    "Bad! Bad! Bad!" The vigers red up in a rage. They raised their torches and shouted in their ethnic


    language, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"


    Seeing that, Neil immediately stood between the vigers and Stefan, and humbly tried to mediate the


    conflict. "Don''t be mad, everyone. Please calm down. My friend doesn''t know about our tribews, and


    just wants to save his wife. I''ll take him away now." Neil tried to pacify the vigers and stared


    at Stefan pointedly. "See? I told you-Dragos prohibits outsiders froming in. Let''s go."


    "No, I don''t want to!" Stefan stubbornly stood where he was as if he was ready to give up his life. "I


    won''t leave this vige until I get the dragon''s saliva."


    "You''ve definitely got guts," Neil groaned, holding his head in regret. He wouldn''t have taken such a risk


    for the money if he''d known Stefan would be this stubborn. His good looks and pampered aura were


    certainly deceiving. The vigers wanted to kill him, but he insisted on staying. Neil stood on tiptoe and


    whispered into Stefan''s ear, “Juste with me now, I''lle up with other ways to get you there. If


    we don''t leave now, they''ll kill you and sacrifice you to our ancestors ording to the tribew."


    The highest punishment the tribe had for intruders was to sacrifice them to the dragon ancestors. Neil


    remembered an intruder who entered the vige when he was six years old. The intruder failed to steal


    the dragon''s saliva, and the head of the vige caught him and pushed him into therge pot on the


    sacrificial altar to cook him.


    If Stefan kept this up, he might end up in the same way.


    "Okay, I''ll go with you." Stefan was rational enough to agree with Neil''s arrangement.


    Easton waved his hand, gesturing for the vigers to put their torches down. Then, he said to Neil,


    "You''re the son-inw of the head of the vige -you also bear the responsibility of protecting our tribe.


    I hope you''ll be prudent. If not, we''ll punish you in the name of justice."