They all call me Great Master

The mind dialogue brought by the contract quickly ended.

William was filled with reluctance.

He wished to hear his lord's voice more.

As for the orders his lord gave him to quickly expand in North County, which contradicted the previous orders to establish 1-2 strongholds and the distant fleet?

The lord is never wrong.

So, he just hadn't grasped the deeper meaning of his lord's previous orders.

Now?

The lord was merely correcting him with good intentions.

What he needed was gratitude.

What he needed was to strive to accomplish the task.

"I have been negligent.

Thinking I have achieved something.

But what's the result?

I needed the lord to remind me."

Speaking these words, the Corpse Witch Wraith stood up from the ground and looked at the subordinates in front—thirty-two mountain bandits, none of the robber leaders dared to meet the Corpse Witch Wraith's gaze.

Therefore, none of the mountain bandits or robber leaders noticed the blue-green flames rising in the eyes of the Corpse Witch Wraith.

The flames rose from the eyeballs.

Then...

Shot out.

The target was precisely these thirty-two mountain bandits and robber leaders.

Without exception, the thirty-two mountain bandits and robber leaders were engulfed by the blue-green flames.

"Ahhhhh!"

Loud and miserable cries burst out from the mouths of these mountain bandits and robber leaders. Visit My Virtual Library Empire (MV-LEMP-YR) for more.

After a full ten minutes, the wailing gradually subsided.

What followed were thirty-two undead mountain bandits and robber leaders.

Unlike their previous devious minds.

After becoming undead, the mountain bandits and robber leaders possessed immense loyalty.

And this was exactly what William needed.

The original plan was to gradually 'inspire' these mountain bandits and robber leaders over time, striving to sort out the internal forces completely, but now time waits for no one.

He changed his original plan.

He chose to use the most brutal method to achieve the goal.

As for sorting things out completely?

That would be a matter for later.

"Now, bring the Grace I bestowed upon you, and grant this Grace to your loyal subordinates—when the sun falls again, I need to see the undead army belonging to the lord.

Under the watchful eyes of the lord, we will charge forward.

Then, we will...

Achieve supreme glory!"

William proclaimed loudly.

"Supreme glory!"

The thirty-two mountain bandits and robber leaders roared.

After becoming undead, they had long turned into creatures of their own kind, their strength greatly amplified and possessing some unique secret techniques, at the cost of their wisdom plummeting sharply.

Especially in the presence of the creator, William, whatever William said they became that.

This was also William's initial approach of 'sorting'.

William wanted to carve out a prosperous territory for his lord.

Now?

William glanced at the Little Gardener beside him.

He was the only person in the hall who hadn't been turned into undead.

And also the person William valued the most.

The other party's Talent was worth William's investment.

Of course, necessary means must be taken.

"I need your loyalty."

William said this.

A trace of Special power began to emerge from Little Gardener's heart—a seed of power was taking root and sprouting.

The Imprint embossed on it [Glyphic Language] was not just a simple contract.

Apart from the inherent contract, it was also bound to Little Gardener's wife's soul.

Together with his own soul, they were bound.

With just a thought from William, Little Gardener and his wife would be obliterated.

However, Little Gardener agreed to William doing this.

Because he wanted to see his wife.

Faced with William's inquiry at this moment, Little Gardener unhesitatingly responded—

"Loyalty!"

Resolute and forceful, hitting the ground with a clang.

Not a façade.

Not a lie.

Immediately, the sprouting seed began to feedback power.

While making Little Gardener stronger, it also allowed him to understand the Undead language.

At the first instance, he heard his wife's words.

"Mo Lei, I am in pain."

In an instant, Little Gardener was struck as if by thunder, his voice stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

After a full four or five seconds—

"Eva! Eva!"

Little Gardener murmured softly.

Unexpectedly, Little Gardener's eyes reddened.

At this moment, William's hand was placed upon Little Gardener's shoulder.

"Hatred will make you lose your sanity.

But, if your enemy's fresh blood could ease your pain a bit, then after sunset, this team will be led by you on the charge.

The damn nobles of the North County are not all dead."

William comforted Little Gardener in his unique way.

"Leave it to me."

Little Gardener said solemnly, his eyes' coldness causing the hall's temperature to drop.

Feeling this Talent beginning to manifest, William laughed.

Little Gardener would attract all attention on the surface.

While he?

Would naturally infiltrate from within.

No fortress, however Solid, cannot be broken from inside.

"Loyalty!"

William shouted once more.

"Loyalty!"

Little Gardener responded.

But unlike before, the thirty-two mountain bandits and robbers also shouted simultaneously.

Then, the preparations began in full swing.

While Arthur withdrew his gaze.

William was doing even better than he imagined.

He wouldn't dictate or meddle.

After all, he wasn't omniscient.

'Duke of Northern County?

Welcome to South Los.'

Arthur thought silently.

A sense of killing intent began to permeate.

Arthur and Duke of Northern County had never met, even before, there had been no interaction, but that did not prevent Arthur from harboring killing intent towards the other at this moment.

Why was the other coming?

For the Old Lion?

Yes, and no.

More precisely, the other came for the South County.

After finishing off the Old Lion, the other would inevitably wage war on the entire South County, and by then, South Los would be the first to bear the brunt.