"Kvada, I knew it! I should've tied them up. This is human territory, hurry, hurry, hurry, back to the shelter!" Negris roared and rushed out of the carriage towards Ange and the others.
Luther also left the carriage and hurried back. This was human territory, a place heavily guarded by many strong individuals. A skeleton showing up here would raise hell. They had to run.
"This idiot is always running around. I can't convince him to go anywhere without the promise of farming. But I am not here to farm, so why is he following me?" Negris complained. Unlike before when he rarely listened, this time he followed without being called.
The importance of Ange was self-evident. He was now the Undead God, the ruler of the Resting Camp. No accident could befall him, otherwise, the inheritance of the Undead Empire would be completely cut off.
