Chapter 122: The first undead
A lot of footsteps reverberated throughout the mansion.
Those were villagers who had been genuinely scared of the zombie. They brought weapons and even mighty knights from the capital to deal with the undead existences.
The soul grave-keeper and Alex had been watching them from the side.
The old man carried on with his monologue, "Zombies are failures. They are people who couldn't accept their death. They couldn't bear being failures in their lives.
That mayor was not a bad mayor. In fact, he was loved by everyone. However, his son wanted to take his position. He poisoned his own father, then waited for him to die.
Alas, the mayor's life goal always had been to ideally play a specific symphony. A symphony his mother loved," the old man's emotionless voice gripped Alex's soul.
Alex understood that the soul grave-keeper was immensely disappointed in the zombies from the past.
He stopped thinking as villagers and knights surrounded the mayor zombie.
