The rewards and comments from netizen "Dark Elf" inspired Juan.

If we want to be honest, there is nothing more real than a live broadcast.

So Juan applied to the platform to start a live broadcast.

After signing a series of unequal treaties such as "Any adverse reactions caused by the live broadcast and the legal liability extended therefrom are borne by the anchor personally and have nothing to do with the platform" and "The platform has the right to share the income generated by the live broadcast".

, Juan received the live broadcast rights granted by the platform.

The aerial vehicle slowed down before approaching the dragon village, and Hu Huan also started the live broadcast: "Exploration of Dragon Customs".

At the entrance of the simple village, which was only surrounded by sparse wooden railings, Juan and his friends met the head of the Dragon Village who came to greet him with a group of Dragons.

In Juan's eyes, these upright-walking lizards with khaki scales all over their bodies and a huge tail hanging down to the ground were all the same.

Through Morgan's introduction, Juan learned that the one with the red cloth strip around his neck was a male, the one with a green cloth strip was a female, and the one with a white cloth strip was a child.

The dragon village chief has a purple cloth tied around his neck.

"Dragon people are so ugly", "Disgusting, it affects my ability to work, bye bye."...

A few subtitles floated across the top of Juan's field of vision.

Juan asked Morgan: "Is it the custom of dragon people to tie strips of cloth of different colors around their heads and necks?"

"No, that's what we humans want."

At this time, the dragon village chief took out a piece of biscuit-shaped food. He took a bite first and then handed it to the elder Morgan.

Morgan took the biscuits and gestured to Juan: "The customs of dragon people are black and white, they are either friends or enemies.

"Friends enjoy food together, enemies fight, so if you want to enter the village peacefully, you must take a bite of this biscuit.

"But you have to pay attention. The body fluids of dragon people are poisonous. You must not touch the places where they have bitten."

After Morgan finished speaking, he carefully turned the biscuit over, took a small bite on the opposite side of the gap where the dragon village chief had chewed, and then handed the biscuit to Juan.

Juan placed the biscuit in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. He used his brain chip to adjust the distance of vision, magnified the gap where the dragon village chief had bitten, and showed the netizens the slightly purple dragon saliva that remained on it.

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Then he followed Morgan's example and carefully took a small bite of the intact part of the biscuit.

Then Frodo the Halfling followed suit.

The dwarf Thorin threw the biscuit directly into his mouth and swallowed it.

"Dwarves have high poison resistance!" "This custom is really disgusting!" "I will never eat other people's spit even if I die."...

Juan was delighted to see that the subtitles above his field of vision had increased a lot. It seemed that netizens were very interested in this relatively primitive custom.

He asked Morgan: "Has this always been the custom of the dragon people? No matter who comes, they have to share their food?"

"No, before humans conquered this planet, what the Draconians shared with their friends was water.

"Most of them originally lived in desert areas. In their concept, water is life, and sharing water means sharing life.

"But their saliva is poisonous, and not all races can tolerate the water they drink, so they don't have many friends.

"But the dragon tribe tenaciously adheres to the tradition of sharing water, and even does not hesitate to fight with races that cannot bear this custom."

"But all this changed after the arrival of humans. They can't afford the consequences of genocide, so now they share cookies instead."

"Long live mankind!" "We are the masters of the world!" "Forget about annihilating such ugly creatures, why keep them?!"...

There were more subtitles above Juan's field of vision.

Any words or actions that arouse racial pride will receive much appreciation.

After entering the village, Juan saw that it was dilapidated and dilapidated.

The low wooden building has a semi-basement structure.

There was no furniture, the floor was covered with hay, and the hay was mixed with all kinds of indescribable filth.

Some grazing villagers came back with their livestock and brought them directly into the house to get together in the same room.

The dragon tribe does not seem to have the concept of home. Red cloth strips, green cloth strips, and white cloth strips are mixed together, each looking for a place to rest at will.

Juan saw dragon men preparing a bonfire in the exposed red earth square in the center of the village.

Morgan said: "They are going to have a bonfire party to welcome us.

"But you have to be aware that their hygiene habits are different from ours, and their methods of cooking food are also different, so don't eat or drink anything unless you want to cleanse your intestines."

After dark, the bonfire was lit, and the dragon people appeared out of nowhere and surrounded Juan and his gang around the bonfire on three levels inside and three outside.

A dragon girl tied with a green cloth presented cakes baked on red stones.

There was also a dragon boy tied with a red cloth, who scooped out a rice paste-like liquid that smelled sour and sour from an open wooden barrel and placed it respectfully in front of Juan and Morgan.

"Try it and see what it tastes like." "If the anchor takes one bite, it will cause diarrhea." "As an anchor, you must have professional ethics and dedication!"...

Juan ignored the subtitles that flashed across his field of vision, which clearly sounded like heckles.

Like Morgan, he only ate dried meat and water brought by the halfling Frodo.

The dragon village chief said a lot in a respectful tone.

Morgan also answered in Draconic.

Juan didn't understand, so he asked, "What are you talking about?"

Morgan said with his usual serious expression: "I won't translate the polite nonsense. It wants to ask about your purpose."

"Then how did you answer?"

"I said you would kill the gryphon yourself."

At this time, among the more and more subtitles in his field of vision, one of them, "Open the translation software," reminded Juan.

Juan opened the instant translation on the Internet and searched for Draconian language in the language of humanoid creatures.

In an instant, the hum of the surrounding dragons turned into human language that Juan and netizens could understand:

"Is this a human? He looks very weak. I can kill him with one hand."

"The clothes he wears are so beautiful, I want to own one too."

"Why doesn't he eat the cake I baked? I prepared it carefully and it took a lot of saliva from me."

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Compared with these dragon people who have never seen the world, Juan cares more about the conversation between the village chief and Morgan.

The village chief said: "I don't quite understand why this warrior has traveled thousands of miles to come here to eliminate harm to our village."

Morgan replied: "This is a religious ritual for humans. You must kill a griffon with your own hands before you are considered an adult and can marry a wife and have children."

The village chief said: "I understand, it is a very cruel coming-of-age ceremony. No wonder humans are so powerful.

"Can you help me ask this warrior if he is willing to accept my wife's bed tonight?"

Morgan turned to Juan and said seriously: "The village chief asked you what your name is."

Juan, who relied on translation software to understand the conversation, was a little surprised. He didn't know what Morgan meant by translating like this.

He said: "You should know my name."

Morgan turned to the village chief again with a serious face and said in Draconic: "He said he was impotent."

"Hahahaha!" "Awesome!" "Talent!"...

Juan's field of vision was almost filled with the sudden burst of subtitles.


Chapter completed!