"'What I need is justice,' he said. I felt like I was looking at a fool."
The Necromancers brought the scarred man back to the Mansion after his release. Everyone was laughing except him. He stayed silent, muttering the same words over and over: "Power breeds corruption, absolute power breeds absolute corruption, and the law is the weapon that keeps power in check."
"I've never seen a City Lord like him. Those nobles only use the law to line their pockets and commit atrocities." A female Necromancer who looked like Peanut had already fallen under Annan's Magic Web. She said dreamily, "Maybe he means it. Maybe he really wants us to run farms."
"Make Necromancers work the fields?" one Necromancer protested.
"Why not? Skeletons never tire, and there's no end to them. They only need a little Magic Power to keep moving." Henry was still on Annan's side.
That chest of Gold Coins was real, after all.
"I thought we had a great future ahead of us!"
"Maybe... it's only temporary..."
The Necromancer stood beside the scarred man. "I'm leaving with you!"
More Necromancers gradually joined them. In the end, only seven people, including Henry, stayed put. Both female Necromancers were among them.
There was no getting around the disappointment. Everyone despised Necromancers, but they were still Spellcasters who inspired fear. Making a Spellcaster work as a Farmer was no different from insulting him as a mudblood.
Annan did not stop the Necromancers from leaving. Half of them had chosen to stay.
At last, Annan could take the first step toward the Magic Revolution he had envisioned.
He also had to face the pressure from the Druids.
The good news was that no Druids had been spotted near Gem Bay yet. The bad news was that they would learn about