Looking at the bustling crowd in front, Wood nervously tidied his handsome mustache again.
He knew that this action was superfluous. He was originally a little noticeable, and it would make him more compelling. However, he couldn't help but be nervous.
Why? They are just recruiting refugee pioneers. Why is a dragon actually sitting there? Why does the dragon go to a human town to work? Shouldn't they burn everything and kill everyone? Could it be that I am still asleep, so I am still in my dream?
He wanted to pinch himself, but he resisted the impulse. It was too strange to pinch himself for no reason. He wanted to keep a low profile, a low profile!
After lowering his head and taking a few deep breaths, Wood finally pressed down all sorts of weird thoughts and impulses in his heart, and his face returned to a calm expression.
