Chapter 111: What Am I Doing?

In the spacious Main Hall, candlelights that were lit up by Mana were hung from the rough walls.

Stretched shadows formed on walls that were constructed from rocks. Rowdy chattering voices mixed together to form intelligible noises like a group of flies buzzing around.

Mana simulated candle lights lit up a Skeleton with a gray cloak. The shadowed skull was a classic textbook illustration.

As the camera edged closer to the eye sockets, one could feel a strange emotion…

"Is the Skeleton crying?"

A Goblin, TarotTraitor, whose height was at the Skeleton's thigh, asked a nearby Goblin who was wearing armor and wielding a Short Sword.

The Goblin, Peasant, looked at TarotTraitor and said, "Novice, your silly behavior has attracted my attention, but there's a long queue behind you. Do you want to die?"

The Goblins in the queue looked and shouted out loud.

"Make haste, make haste!"