The Damboro nobles and mages paid no attention to what the Undead were doing.
But when they discovered that Lucimar actually intended to leave with them, they instantly panicked.
Especially the landed nobles.
With Linde's example before them, the Damboro people already understood perfectly well why the Undead would take a local along when they set out.
Why had the nobles followed the Undead's rules so faithfully after coming here? Even when their own people fought each other in the barracks, no one took the trouble outside. Wasn't it because they hoped someone in the Undead leadership would notice how outstanding they were and give them a territory to play with too?
Linde might have looked pitiful, surrounded by only a few dozen children without a single proper adviser, but who didn't envy the good fortune of this child his family had abandoned?
He had no burdens, no danger of anyone coveting what he had. All he needed to do was patiently wait for the day the Undead left Oaisis.
The Undead had even prepared the enormous resources and funds he needed to become a mage... They had visited the Undead's shops during this time, too. When it came to alchemical potions and wondrous item construction, these otherworlders were definitely no slouches.
Perhaps their previous world had been richer in energy than Oaisis, with magical plants growing everywhere. Not only did the Undead have a complete range of alchemical potions, but those potions also had distinctive features.
How could Oaisis's alchemical mages dare consider so many distinctive features?
Consistency was what they pursued... If a batch failed, the loss would make them cough up blood.
The only thing they could boast about was wondrous item crafting, but hadn't the Undead learned that too?
Granted, the Undead hadn't mastered the more