Finally waved his hand, politely declining the other party.
He could discern that behind the courtesies and invitations, the other party harbored some hidden purpose.
But he didn't plan to stay here for long, so being upfront was beneficial for both sides.
His gaze swept over the hatchet in the young man's hand nearby, and the grass fork already placed back in the corner.
Xia Nan's voice was straightforward:
"If there's anything, just say it directly."
"I will respond based on the actual situation."
"..."
When Xia Nan was brought to the village chief's residence by the middle-aged man, after careful explanations and requests, he finally understood what this small village was experiencing.
— A medium-sized goblin tribe consisting of at least fifty members, with a possible elite sub-leader.
It had even come to the point of planning to send the young people of the village away to a distant place, leaving the remaining villagers to fight a decisive battle with the goblins.
