"So this is the plan you mentioned"? You mean pulling out a lute and starting to sing and play?"
Watching Tang Qi's movements, Butcher couldn't help speaking up.
He'd thought Tang Qi would at least draw the scimitar at his waist. It was incredibly sharp, after all, and could easily shave the wool off him.
As for the lute? Aside from being a little loud, it didn't seem any more useful than the scimitar—
Surely he didn't think he could sing and dance his way into raising a toast with the Lizardmen and becoming one big happy family. He didn't even understand Dragon Language!
"Long hair, short sight. Lizardman, shut up."
"I'm Dragonborn—" That was the last thing Butcher had left to cling to his identity.
Tang Qi handed the scimitar to Anbi so she could shave off some wool. Then he gathered it into little balls and stuffed them into everyone's ears.
Butcher reflexively objected, but in the end, he chose to keep quiet.
There wasn't anything else he could do to help in this situation. All he could do was rein in his curiosity and try not to make trouble for everyone else.
The Lizardmen, meanwhile, were twisting their wrists and turning over the scimitars in their hands, seeming to question Tang Qi's choice as well.
Artists were rare among cold-blooded creatures, whether in music or visual arts.
So they didn't think Tang Qi's actions posed any threat.
Still, Yiwu's Dragon Roar had intimidated some of the hunters gathering around them. They were weighing their options, unwilling to be the first unlucky fool to charge forward—
[The emotions Lizardmen experienced were limited. Like most reptiles, their feelings revolved largely around a few relatively simple things: fear, aggression, and pleasure.
They were accustomed to making assessments rather than acting