"Even the most careful plans have flaws! I never expected the kobolds' food-gathering tracks to expose something unusual!"
After reviewing the harpy servant's memories, Jose felt heavy-hearted. Master Yougeng's appearance had brought him an unknown risk.
In the dark underground cave, the red dragon lay on the ground, staring at the floor before him as he muttered, "Master Yougeng?"
The title of master was generally applied to two types of people: first, Master-level professionals; second, those who had achieved outstanding accomplishments in a particular field.
Jose could not help sinking into thought as he carefully analyzed the conversation between Buck and the Black Robed Man.
From their conversation, he learned that Buck had great faith in this so-called Master Yougeng. Buck believed that if Yougeng acted, he would easily be able to determine whether Bloodtooth Mines or the Moss Hide Gnoll Tribe truly housed a dragon.
"Um... this guy knows a lot about dragons."
"He said he'd send someone to take a look. That means he isn't alone; he might have a team. Could it be..."
At that thought, Jose abruptly raised his head. Killing intent surged from his body as he squeezed out four words through clenched teeth: "Dragon... Hunting... Team?!"
In Tydanore, the Five-Colored Evil Dragons were helpless while still young, yet immensely valuable. Tempted by profit, many groups of intelligent creatures made their living hunting dragons.
These people mainly targeted young dragons, tracking, hunting, and selling them, forming a mature chain of business.
Of the Five-Colored Evil Dragons that died before reaching maturity, nearly half had fallen to Dragon Hunting Teams.
"Damn it! Could it really be a Dragon Hunting Team?!"
Jose could no longer sit still. He rose and paced back and forth through the dragon nest.
Dragon Hunting Teams were no ordinary professionals. Besides their