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The next day the Village Chief turned up at D.L.'s doorstep.
The bastard still had that same victorious grin as he showed up at the Great Chicken Arena. He didn't even bother hiding his greed toward Demonic legion anymore, his eyes glowing with avarice.
Before, he had been very restrained:
He couldn't do anything about the Blacksmith stealing customers away: it was the man's job.
He couldn't do much about the goddamn pelts stacking up at Steven's place: he was a merchant!
He couldn't do much about the Butcher either. Thanks to his secret sausages recipe, the guy was becoming really popular with the braves.
He especially had to avoid the Training Grounds given Igor's forgotten but glorious past. He would never have dared to cause trouble previously.
