Chapter 97
Chapter 97 All the skeletons had to do was to dump the flour inside the coffin outside the gristmill once it got full, and the other servants would pack them up properly and load them onto the second carriage. Roel directed a nod of approval toward the six skeletons, thinking that they were at least good for something now. Then, with a snap of his finger, the skeletons swiftly folded themselves tightly and fitted themselves into the coffin. The attitude that the Saint Mesit Theocracy had toward the undead was one of silent approval. It was said that the undead had already existed ever since the First Epoch, so the Theocracy had nothing against the undead. As long as a magician controlling the undead didn’t flout any laws of the country, no action would be taken against him. That being
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