"Hey, sheeple, set up the tents already.
"Hey, sheeple, bring me some water.
"Hey, sheeple…"
The two servants, Li Chengguo and Liu Ting, felt like their nightmare had started once the young man from the Central Plains was appointed as the sorcerer's steward.
Moreover, he wasn't even truly considered the sorcerer's steward yet!
The young man could already order them around even though he was still handcuffed. What would happen if he were freed?!
A heavy sandstorm was blowing. Melgor and Ren Xiaosu took shelter behind a large boulder while Li Chengguo and Liu Ting were put in charge of putting up the tents despite the conditions.
Originally, they had brought along three tents, one each for Melgor, Liu Ting, and Li Chengguo. But now it seemed like the two servants would have to squeeze together in one tent.