"A thousand people in the truest sense, yet more than a thousand."
Lingchen's expression did not change at all. Once black-hearted people had served their remaining purpose, they belonged in the soil.
What he wanted were real workers, not bloodsuckers.
The next moment, Lingchen vanished from where he stood.
He still had some things to do.
Meanwhile, Dan Heng's group of three was gradually approaching Belobog.
"Huh? Why do I feel like there's something wrong with that snowdrift over there?"
March 7th spotted the oddity at a glance.
The journey had been smooth. Even the occasional bumps had only been wandering Voidrangers and uneven ground, but this was their first time seeing such a round snowdrift.
"Could this be 'spot the difference'?" Stelle rubbed her chin.
"How could it be? That's definitely some kind of monster."
"We'll know if I stab it."
Dan Heng summoned Cloud-Piercer.
What decent person would hide in a snowdrift? He could tell at a glance that whoever was in there was no good.
"W-wait! Heroes, spare my backside!" A figure suddenly sprang out of the snowdrift.
He had no choice. Judging by Dan Heng's tone, he was absolutely serious.
"A blue-haired wildman?!" Stelle froze.
"Wh-what? What?!" Hearing Stelle's words, March 7th instantly backed up two steps and drew her bow.
"Who are you? What are you doing here? What exactly is your purpose?" Dan Heng stepped forward.
"Ahahaha, well, sir, my name is Sampo Koski. I'm just an ordinary merchant. You can call me Little Sampo."
Sampo rubbed his hands and bowed slightly, seemingly backing down.
Sampo was suffering inside. He had flown for so long that his brain had almost gone numb. He could even sleep in the sky now.
Fortunately, those wings supplied energy. Otherwise, he might have become the "Flying Dead Wildman."