As soon as the Gold Behemoth finished speaking, the atmosphere in the small square immediately became tense.
The old man sensed something was wrong and said strangely, "Why does it suddenly feel a bit chilly? Could it be about to rain?"
After speaking, he urged, "You big fellows, hurry up and eat. If it rains, the corn in my field will rot. If the people from the Imperial Clan Court see this, they'll take back our land."
Remo saw that his tribesmen were all worried and in no mood to answer the old man's question, so he said, "Old man, feel free to go home and transport your grain. My tribesmen will be here for a long time. If we don't finish today, there's always tomorrow. We definitely won't let your land be taken away!"
Hearing this, the old man was overjoyed, "That's great, that's great! You guys wait here, I'll go home and have the extra grain brought over!"
Having said this, he didn't bother with the frowning Gold Behemoths and turned back home with a smile.
