Colin could have directly ordered the large group of ghosts, but he chose to drive them in a more reasonable way...
Thinking of this, Colin couldn't help but be moved by his own conscience.
Unfortunately, as for what he called building their own houses, growing their own food, and striving for themselves, they seemed incapable of fully understanding, so there was no feedback whatsoever.
"Ahem..." Colin felt somewhat embarrassed, exchanging awkward glances with the crowd.
A moment later, under the Inspiration of the prop itself, he quickly understood the reason...
These people had already been exploited to death once; work had, in some sense, become instinctive.
And adding other things on top of that didn't seem particularly meaningful.
'Based on my understanding of the "Haze Angel," it feels like even sparing it a few lashes counts as a blessing.'
