"Ever since last year, I've sometimes felt abnormal myself," Baron Gordon poured himself another glass of wine, a mead that soothed the throat splendidly, tempting one to indulge in a few more glasses.
He was very firm in his attitude toward the Undead.
"How should I put it... You know who I was before, setting up Red Mushroom Village was an accident, but everyone here, including myself, enjoys the life, being able to keep each other warm—this must be my most successful endeavor."
"But I still have to remind you that your actions of not collecting any taxes have already caused a financial deficit in Red Mushroom Village, and..." the huge figure's clear-cut rhythm broke into Gordon's storytelling plan: "And you have racked up a significant debt at the Beehive Cottages, and they have emphasized that you should repay it as soon as possible."
"Let's not talk about such disappointing matters, we are discussing... well, destiny!" the Baron wrapped a very serious word around himself.
