You knew that every quest had their own side quests, right? Not to us. We had our side quest before we knew what our main quest would be. Funny, huh?
It had been several days since the last slaughtering event that Frankensheen did, nothing much happened. I thought there would be some groups of Pure Blessers went after us. Bot, nothing. We just walked and waited for something else to happen.
In his spare time, Lord Don put new tools into Frankensheen and breathed it a new spell. Lord Don had a great sense of perception. He could tell which one of our luggage we should let go and which one he could put into Frankensheen. Once we looked each other when we held a conversation around a bonfire we made. The way we looked at each other really meant that we were so much comfortable walking in a pack, like wolves. Imagine this, led by Lord Don with limitless but unrevealed ability yet. I, a shaman with massive knowledge of various basic magic spells. Frankensheen, the mean killing machine that only Lord Don knew what he had planted into it. And of course, the powerful Lamma who carried all of our belongings. Too bad he was also always been the first one who ran away. But, what if he did that to save our belongings from being scavenged? That "Pure Blesser" bastards, they dragged us along with Frankensheen to town. It seemed like the nights back incident of Wyvern's summoning has reached the ears of those Pure Blessers.
And this had never been worked well. They defiled a shaman like me, especially when they find out that Lord Don has practiced necromancy skills. At that moment I regretted why The Tyrant did not slaughter them all at the time of the war, as they did to Slova. And make sure that they won't breed their kind anymore. Lord Don was really tired and angry over this abuse. And I saw his mouth begin to recite the mantras. But I stopped him. We were not ready yet. I was too late but did not regret what happened next ... In the name of my ancestors! He really did it, he made something from what was left of Sheen.He combined the necromancy spell he just learned with some scraps he got from my steampunk tutorial book. He was a Lord indeed, a genius one of a kind. A combination of a mad necromancer and an engineering prodigy.
But we had come this far. At least we should scavenge this place for treasures if there was any. Perhaps there were some Slum people hid their belongings here.
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