Lakeside Villa

Green saw that Lola was in a poor mood and said little to her. She was not fragile; she could recover on her own without gentle words of comfort.

Green turned and walked toward the red-skinned Half-Orc lying on the ground, playing dead. He stopped five meters away and said coolly, "Are you going to keep pretending?"

A ring of Skeleton Soldiers already surrounded the red-skinned Half-Orc, their Enchanted Rifles aimed at the center, waiting only for Green's command.

The red-skinned Half-Orc finally rolled over and sat up. At the same time, his body rapidly shrank back into human form. The scar on his face twisted as he looked at Green a few meters away with a complicated expression. In the past, he would have been confident he could finish off any enemy at that distance within two seconds. Now, however, he dared not move—not because he feared the muzzles surrounding him, but because he feared Green himself.

This young man was a Necromancer like his master, perhaps even more powerful!

As Cristiano's trusted subordinate, the scarred burly man was unlike the other ragtag followers. He knew all too well how terrifying a Necromancer could be. Such powerful beings held life and death in their hands, and could deny even a dead soul release. When he realized Green was a more powerful Necromancer than Cristiano, he fell into utter despair. Especially now, when his master had problems of his own and could no longer be relied upon.

"Spare me, my lord! Spare me!"

After returning to human form, the scarred burly man hurriedly prostrated himself and begged for mercy, heedless of the blood streaming from his bullet wounds.

Green was somewhat surprised. He had intended to put the man through a harsh interrogation, but before he could even begin, the