Lear's voice grew grave.
"Any other information?"
Bain was also a bit troubled, smiling wryly.
"Sir, nothing more..."
Courtship, this matter was alright for the older Mud Swamp People, but for those young, hot-blooded half-grown lads, it was an enormous temptation.
Who could withstand such a test?
But the problem was... there weren't any Mud Swamp People in the vicinity.
Everything about this matter felt off.
Lear nodded.
"Ensure that the Mud Swamp People going to cultivate the farmland form teams of five, so this doesn't happen again."
"Find the Mud Swamp Person who heard the singing yesterday and lead the way. I'll immediately take a team to investigate."
"Yes!"
Soon, two Mud Swamp People cautiously came to report.
Lear wasted no time, taking them and the 15th squad of Wetland Lizardman Warriors to set off.
The farmland is the root of the territory, anything can go wrong, but not here!
No unexpected events must happen.
