"You don't even need to be particularly detailed, just sketch out the area where your group is active to the best of your ability, and then you can spend the rest of your 'labor reformation' as a captive in Crimson Castle,"
"I promise not to hurt you, but you'd better behave."
"You're insane!"
The Necromancer roared:
"My Life Box is in their hands; they can command me to do many things. I've told you I don't want to be involved in the feud between the Jackals and you!
Can't you just let me go like a fart in the wind?
What service could a small fry like me possibly provide you, even if you hold me in your grasp? No! I am just a Necromancer sent out to cause some trouble, sir.
I wasn't much of a big shot when I was alive, and I certainly won't rise to greatness after I've died."
"I want these Skeleton War Horses!"
Murphy didn't bother with pleasantries with the Necromancer, pointing at the quiet Skeleton War Horse beside him, he said to the Necromancer:
