Bartlett suddenly felt a chill on his skin, and he quickly turned around to face the gaze coming from the corner of the room.
"Hey, don't be tense, outsider." The 'statue' in the corner spoke. Its voice was very hoarse, like rough sandpaper repeatedly grinding against a table.
Thanks to the previous encounter with the Abomination Gerard, Bartlett wasn't too surprised that the creature before him could speak.
"Relax, human, I won't hurt you." It spoke seriously, but then quickly changed its tone, "Well, as an Undead, it seems incredible to say such a thing to a living person. But what can you do about it? Actually, all I need to do is shout 'There's a human here!' and I guarantee that Viscount Fred, who just left, will immediately come back on his horse and turn you into one of us. But look, I didn't do that. Instead, I'm quietly talking to you, a living person. I express my sincerity first, which is very rare for the Undead." It babbled on.
