Compared to William, who was still considering the serious matter at hand, the Undead, having decided that the Zhentarim before them could not be killed, naturally became interested in this chosen one who dared openly gossip about his Supreme God.
Though they had already understood just how cruel and vicious everything happening before them was, the Undead could not possibly feel much without seeing the victims—especially victims who could stir their emotions.
No matter how vividly it was described, to them, it was merely game background.
All those bloody grievances and slaughter were simply the product of someone's writing.
No matter how unpleasant it sounded, they could only curse the plot designers for being brain-dead. They would never empathize or be filled with righteous indignation merely from hearing a story.
So compared to Bane's chosen one, they looked like the ones with the colder attitude, the ones who cared nothing for justice or evil.
The Zhentarim, who had been cracking jokes while secretly observing the movements around him, felt his heart turn cold.
He finally understood why Bane had demanded that he speak and act openly, that he must behave as shamelessly and roguishly as he did before him, and absolutely could not speak with the attitude he used when dealing with Toril's Good Alignment.
Doing that would not only be useless—it would get him killed faster.
These Undead might shout about fighting for justice, but their justice depended entirely on their moods.
For example, at this moment, the people surrounding him looked even more numb than he was.
The Zhentarim was so enraged because he himself was human.
Indeed, only Mages were the best raw materials for the Fruit of Wisdom... but that did not mean other professions, or even ordinary people, were useless.
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