Who? Old Cheli?!
Lock stared at the frightened Old Cheli.
This shameless merchant, always scheming for small advantages, thinking neither he nor his brother knew, what right did he have to be the town mayor!
"I..." Old Cheli's throat was dry.
"I'm willing!" His voice was hoarse, but he almost seemed to be floating with eagerness.
Why refuse?
Even if he had to obey Lind in the future, he could still be the mayor, couldn't he?
"Very well," Lind was pleased, "then Mayor Old Cheli, go and summon the residents who haven't arrived yet, and tell them the good news."
Lind gave a few tasks to the Undead nearby, who immediately acted as enthusiastic bodyguards, their previous ferocious killing spree making the Undead truly intimidating.
"The royal army asked me to bring you a message!"
The corner of his mouth twitched, he should never have expected these people to act decently.
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