Shadows of Destiny: A Tale of Liberation

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Chapter 1689 "Okay, Mr. Drago." Although the villagers could not understand Silas, they unconditionally obeyed him.

"If it weren't for you, | would have thought everyone here were cavemen!" Xavier casually sat on a stool, still looking like a rich CEO despite being in the wilderness.

Quinton looked around. He knew that they were being put on the spot, and fighting their way out would be courting death. Hence, he decided to see how things went. He said to Silas politely, "Mr. Drago, I'm sure you see our sincerity. We aren't bad people, and neither is Stefan. It was an urgent matter, and my sister was on the verge of death, which was why he violated your clan's sacred laws." "You don't have to talk toabout your innocence. All those who clooking for the dragon's saliva had an urgent matter, and wanted it either for wealth or health. I've seen many kinds of people at my age, and you both aren't the most innocent ones," Silas remarked casually as he sipped the tea served by his villager.

Quinton bowed his head as he thought about it. "Let's cut to the chase then -what do we need to do so you'll let him go?" Silas remained quiet as he drank his tea.

"Old man, he's asking you a question, so stop wasting time! When are you going to let him go?" Xavier smacked the table fiercely. "I'm sure you're aware that we can destroy your village. He has to return with US today!" "Did | say you can't take him away?" Silas said finally. "But you have to agree to my terms before | let him go." "What is it? Say it!" Xavier demanded eagerly. He felt that things would go smoothly as long as they could negotiate.

"Dragos has never been peaceful from the day | was born. Although the dragon's saliva is practically a myth, many people chere because of it. They used all kinds of means to get it, and Dragos would have been ruined if my dragon ancestor didn't bless US..." Silas' eyes glistened as he spoke, and even the fierce villagers bowed their heads sadly. It was obvious that the village had suffered many misfortunes, which was why they were so wary of strangers. "Fifty years ago, a group of robbers barged into my village. We risked our lives to fight them until only a little more than ten families were left. Ex we moved to a higher spot in the mountains. You saw many checkpoints on your way up because they used to be gathering points of the villagers..." Quinton sighed. "Sir, | understand. I'd led a life of lying low and killing people back then." In the past, Carmine Pawnshop had managed to gain a firm foothold at Water Dock because Quinton's subordinates had sacrificed their lives for it. The villagers must have becferocious after constantly seeing their clan on the verge of destruction.

"| thought you all were like those bad people who cfor the dragon's saliva, but it seems that I'm wrong..." Silas looked in the direction of the memorial chamber. "You all returned the cauldron with the dragon's saliva, and it doesn't look like you want to exterminate my clan, so... | can forgive you and let him go. However, my condition is that you all have to protect my clan for a hundred years, and stop wicked people from harming us!"

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