Facing the situation here, every zombie felt strange.
Until they came out of the house, they still felt it was unrealistic.
"Did he just say yes?"
"It seems so."
Several zombie earls looked at each other and left.
West didn't stay here for too long before he returned to his villa.
At the bar.
Shaw sat at the bar counter, holding a glass of wine and shaking it slowly.
He was waiting for West's good news.
Today was the day for West to negotiate with the earls.
After a while, West's voice came from the crow with red eyes on his shoulder.
"Send someone to check the whereabouts of the zombie with white hair."
"It's the only thing you need to do."
He didn't know why West made such a request, but he would try his best.
"Okay, don't worry."
West chuckled and poked another mechanical crow with his hand.
This was the one left in the headquarter of the human joint conference.
"Hello, iron hand. How's everything going recently?"
The hall was quiet, but the lights were still on.