“Unfortunate, but not unfortunate.” Dagon finally concluded. He already knew all he wanted to know, had learned from Bono's failure and couldn't ask for more. "Hiroai, what are the official and private matters you are talking about?" ,On the second day in camp, there was a new Tengu tribe. He has a strong body, only his eyes are always staring at him, when he sees security guards and "gentlemen" he just shy away, at first glance he doesn't look like a good person. He inquired about the camp's foreman. He was a white-haired old man from the Jiangu tribe, who was always smiling, and on his belt were five or six snuff bottles hanging.