Banjo quickly realises that he had f*cked up, his glutton personality has landed him upon a shit ton of trouble.
"What the f*ck?! You mean that crocodile is actually a true member of the Earthen Desert Dragon Race?!" He shouts with disbelief.
As a dragon, none of them wants to change into the forms of the creatures they seem as inferior species.
The earth dragons present looks at each other, one of them then speaks "Sixteenth young master is born from the union of the Quicksand Crocodile Race and our third elder, he is not just a true member but one that is of royal descent."
Hearing this, Banjo's expression becomes bitter, he then throws something to the leader of the guards before teleporting away.
He curses himself for ruining his mission, he just hopes that the letter he had given to the guard leader will be shared to the other elders of the Earthen Desert Dragon Race.
