John nodded and said,
"The Undead here are indeed different from those outside, whether it's their minds or otherwise."
"Wait..." As Phinis suddenly realized something, his face instantly changed, "Where did you buy this roasted sweet potato?!"
John and his companion looked at each other.
"Didn't I tell you?"
"From the skeleton with the stall, of course..."
Before the words of the two had fallen, Phinis gagged and, clutching his throat, dashed into the restroom like a whirlwind to induce vomiting...
...
Although Phinis was mentally prepared for the quality of the mercenaries, he was still severely shocked by this group of people who had not an ounce of reverence.
They not only readily believed rumors from Hell but even dared to try food from the Undead!
Thankfully this wasn't the empire, lacking a Judgement Court of the Church, otherwise, their heads would have been hanging on crosses!
