However, the corpses lying on the ground and gradually growing cold constantly reminded them that if they did not want to die, they had to obey the necromancer's will.
Moros naturally understood the resentment and resistance in these politicians' hearts. They might choose to work halfheartedly as a silent protest against him.
But the necromancer did not care in the slightest, because he knew that as long as he offered enough benefits, these politicians would ultimately kneel before him willingly.
Seeing that there were no fools dumb enough to dare contradict him to his face, Moros continued his speech in an unquestionable tone.
"My demands are actually very simple."
He spoke calmly.
"I will not interfere with how you handle daily government affairs, but you must fulfill the targets I set."
As Moros finished speaking, a magical projection appeared out of thin air, listing in detail the exact amounts of every resource that had to be handed over to him this year.
These figures were like a Sword of Damocles hanging high above the politicians' heads.
"As long as you complete these targets on time and in full."
A trace of unquestionable authority seeped into Moros's voice.
"Then I will not concern myself with anything else."
Upon hearing this, the eyes of all the politicians kneeling before the necromancer instantly lit up.
They were experienced politicians, so they naturally understood Moros's implication—so long as they met the targets, they could govern this continent as they pleased.
For politicians hungry for power, this was undoubtedly an enormous temptation.
Noticing the greed and ambition glittering in their eyes, the necromancer's lips curled into a smug smile.
Moros knew that as long as he honored this promise in the days ahead, his rule over this land would become as solid as bedrock.
"Remember,