"Although I'm a player, I can issue quests too!"
Flawless Legs stood hands on hips at the entrance of the administrative hall, holding two scrolls in her hand, and said to the querying Undead players, "I am now a clerk of the administrative hall, responsible for helping our Lord manage the Undead!"
"I get it, dog management!"
Dozens of people gathered here, and it was impossible to tell who was speaking.
Everyone seemed to agree with the statement.
"Then let me start with the issue," Flawless Legs didn't care, it was just jealousy and envy.
She had indeed used the strength of nine oxen and two tigers to make paper, allowing the Undead to evolve from orally issued quests to receiving quest scrolls.
To say that she alone had spurred the updates of the divine "circle" wouldn't be an overstatement.
