"Really? You're not lying to me?" Ark said.
Rekton's eyes emitted dangerous signals as he faced Ark, and he said resolutely, "Of course it's true..."
Ark ignored Rekton and continued walking inside the city.
He looked over some of the facilities within the city and said, "Lord Rekton, you see, my subordinates don't possess the skilled craftsmanship of the undead craftsmen, they are merely foolish undead.
Draven's outpost has been conquered by demons, and the craftsmen inside surely couldn't have survived, alas..."
Rekton, upon hearing this, felt his scalp tingle; he had never seen such greedy undead.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Ark, once you have captured Draven's outpost, I will send you some qualified craftsmen!"
"Some? Hmm!?" Ark glared at Rekton.
Rekton nearly ground his teeth to bits, "I will give you half of the craftsmen!"
Seeing Rekton being sensible, Ark finally turned his head and said, "Rekton, let me correct you on one point."
