After seeing the powerful attributes of the undead soldiers a few more times, Richard fell into a deep sleep.
Early the following day.
After washing up, he chose and wore a black robe from the wardrobe.
Today, he would hold a funeral for the resident soldiers who had sacrificed themselves.
A few tailors in the territory had sewn many clothes for him over the past few days, so he did not have to worry about wearing clothes.
As the ruler of Twilight City, the entire territory was his belonging. All the good things were given priority to him.
Richard, dressed in a pure black robe, walked out of the Lord's mansion. A black, dense mass of heads appeared before him.
Other than the small teams that had yet to return from their exploration, the entire territory's residents had gathered.
Everyone's faces were solemn. They did not speak, and the scene was exceptionally tranquil.
