After Viscount Fred had eliminated the huge Soul Imprisonment Demon and summoned the Corpse Eater Ghouls to deal with the corpse, he mounted his Skeleton Warhorse once again, and pursued the suspicious human figure in the distance.
That figure was much more agile than Fred had imagined. The fellow was like a despicable rat, always preferring to navigate through narrow or low corridors, and constantly evading Fred's pursuit by jumping over walls or climbing fences.
However, Fred was, after all, the lord of this small town. His family had lived here for generations, and he himself had been patrolling the town for hundreds of years without any rest, so he could still gradually close in on his prey, thanks to his mastery of the terrain.
At a relatively close distance, Fred could clearly see the figure of the other party. It was a well-built human dressed in leather armor, seemingly an adventurer, more importantly, the fellow was alive.
