Lian looked at the blacksmith shop in front of her, which belonged to her and was only a dozen steps away from "Miss Miko's Magic Potion Shop," a distance that she couldn't quite feel happy about. Although it was built according to the "planning" dictated by the administrative office, she would have preferred to be closer to the Lord.
The framework of the house was nearly built overnight and had been successfully constructed in just a few days.
She looked at the man in front of her introducing himself, his silver hair tied into a small ponytail, his pupils snake-like, with a hooked nose—his name was that of the strange Undead style, to the degree that it was unpronounceable.
More than his strange name, Lian cared about his appearance; she had already met several of his kin outside, almost identical in looks and particularly fond of running around with two swords on their backs.
