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The woman's hearty accent called out, beckoning Lind from inside.
He pushed open the door and saw two panting Undead, as well as what they were carrying.
The iron needle vine creeper was dragging a string of tubers the size of thumb pads, somewhat resembling potatoes, caked in a thick layer of black mud.
He had just mentioned the lack of food, yet in the blink of an eye, the Undead had brought him a surprise—indeed worth their weight in gold as his own 'Traveling Frogs'.
Undoubtedly, the other Undead were also making an effort.
"Well done, Undead. With your help, Star Dragon Ridge will have more confidence in getting through the harsh winter."
As Lind spoke, the enticing aroma of meat soup wafted over to the other side.
The female Undead sniffed quietly, her eyes fixed on him.
"Don't worry, I'll have someone estimate the weight and then pay you immediately," he assumed they wanted to be rewarded instantly.
