"Why follow you? What gives you the right?" Sandwin looked disdainfully at Night Sanger, focusing his gaze on the broken sword on the ground and the group of goblin skeletons around.
Not to mention those beggar-like servants, even his own equipment was so shabby. How could he dare to ask him to follow?
Where did this confidence come from?
"I can ensure your safe departure from here!" Night Sanger transformed Old Gru and the others back to their human forms, using Bede's melodious tone.
"As long as you hand over the Soul Casket to me, I can safely take you out of Thunder Roar City. Furthermore, let me tell you something, even the Judgment Knights couldn't see through my identity."
Even the Judgment Knights couldn't see through?
Sandwin squinted his eyes.
Unlike the obedience in the hierarchy of demons, where the strong prey on the weak, the undead have only one rule: whoever holds the other's Soul Casket can control the life and death of the other.
But who would easily give away something related to life?
"Words without proof."
"Then farewell."
Night Sanger turned and left. The words were clear; he was not going to continue bargaining. Moreover, the initiative was in his hands.
"Wait..."
As expected, Sandwin's voice came from behind.
"Can I really safely leave... this place?"
"Guaranteed. Otherwise, where do you think I came from? And how did I survive until now?"
Sandwin thought for a moment, then shook his head.
"No, what if you ask me to do something I don't want to do?"
Night Sanger didn't turn his head and walked away, his gesture of waving his hand was skilled and pure, as if he were a skilled bargainer who learned from a market auntie.
In his mind, he silently counted:
Three,
Two,
One,
"Wait!"
With a slight smile, Night Sanger turned back.
"Have you made up your mind?"
Sandwin frowned: "Can you tell me your purpose first? To unify the Saint Stone Continent or dominate a region?"
Night Sanger shook his head, pointing to the sky and then to the ground.
"I just want to survive, to walk normally in this world. I don't provoke others, but I don't want my fate controlled by anyone. Is that a satisfactory answer?"
"What do you want me to do then?" Sandwin asked again.
Night Sanger looked at him strangely, with a profound meaning: "That depends on what you want to do and what you are good at."
"To be honest, I'm short of one here, not more than one. But it's really difficult for the undead to survive on this continent. I see you as not a bad guy, just pulling you out for safety, and also to have a fellow undead to chat with in this lonely world. That's all..."
"Here!" Sandwin suddenly pointed from his eyebrow, handing over a thumb-sized blue cube that popped up.
"I don't trust you, but I really want to get out. However, I have one request: I won't hinder any of your plans, but you can't force me to do something I don't want to do. Otherwise, I would rather let the Soul Fire explode than let you off!"
Looking at Sandwin covered in blue flames, Night Sanger smiled, took the Soul Casket without immediately fusing it. Instead, he shook hands tightly with Sandwin.
"Rest assured, at most, we'll just fight and do some farming. I won't let you down."
So, Night Sanger easily gained a powerful subordinate, who, in terms of combat power, was much stronger than the self-harming Bede. This would give him an edge in the upcoming Land Deed Contest.
After absorbing Sandwin's Soul Casket, a new item appeared in Night Sanger's undead column. However, with just one glance, he wanted to give himself a big slap.
Sandwin's maintenance cost for Soul Energy was unexpectedly 25 points!
How could it be so high?! Even with Bede combined, they only had 20 points!
The most crucial part was that it was already deep into the night, and outside was a swamp with fierce monsters. He couldn't possibly rush back to the Loren Forest before dawn.
So, what was the hurry to fuse now? Wouldn't it be better to wait until dawn for settlement?
He wasted 20 points of Soul Energy for nothing!
"Why do you look so bad? Did I take up too much space in your soul?" Sandwin, seeing Night Sanger's pale face, asked worriedly.
A powerful lich could control a massive undead army because the soul of the lich, who abandoned the flesh, was incredibly strong, capable of containing countless Soul Caskets.
However, this poor guy didn't seem very powerful. Was he forcibly squeezing Soul Caskets into his Soul Sea, which was about to explode?
Ha, if that were the case, they would both go down together!
Night Sanger waved his hand: "It's nothing, just that you broke my sword, which made me a bit upset. I'll be fine after a rest."
"Sword?"
Sandwin looked back at the fragments on the ground and scratched his head.
"If it's about this, I can compensate you. Follow me."
"Hiss! What is this?!"
Following Sandwin further into the corridor, a room full of various weapons and equipment appeared in front of Night Sanger.
"Picked up when I was bored outside. Originally, I wanted to practice other weapons, but I found that none of them suited me. However, leaving them outside to rot felt like a waste, so..."
Night Sanger looked at the pile of various longswords, spears, shields, and even bows and crossbows. There were at least one or two thousand pieces, not to mention that seventy percent of them couldn't be used due to time and maintenance issues. But the remaining two or three hundred pieces were still decent and definitely better than the rusty knives in the goblins' hands.
Night Sanger climbed up, flipping through them. He pulled out a steel round shield and waved it. Then, he took out an iron spear and poked it. Later, he thought about it and looked back at Sandwin.
"Don't you want these?"
Sandwin nodded: "They're all rubbish. Feel free to take them."
Night Sanger looked at the sparkling sword spear in Sandwin's hand, especially the fist-sized purple gem on the hilt, and swallowed his saliva.
Alright, in the face of his equipment, this pile of things was undoubtedly rubbish.
As someone who scavenged equipment from the trash...
"Cough, Wen Cheng, let me tell you something."
Waving his hand to let the goblin skeletons come over and classify the equipment, Night Sanger stood beside Sandwin and coughed.
"Well, you say."
"We are leaving tomorrow, and with your appearance, you said before that going out will surely bring trouble. Let's not talk about the armor; just think about it, you, a dead person, running out. If recognized, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble, right?"
Sandwin nodded, and that was also the reason he had to stay in Thunder Roar City.
"So, I must adjust your appearance for your own good. Bear with it for a moment; it will be over soon."
After saying that, Night Sanger opened the
disguise customization function with a smile.
The first time he created a face was quite nervous. What should he create?
Should he create a goblin?
Or maybe...
A catgirl?