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In a dark dungeon, a handsome man wearing very plain armor couldn't help but sigh as he glanced at the soon-to-be executed captive.
It didn't fit.
A bandit would never leave his mountain for no reason.
"Captain Jeto, I brought the information you wanted!" A subordinate came running, bringing a stack of papers with him.
The Captain quickly flipped through the information, frowning more and more. He was sure the whole fire, bandits, and strange creatures incident had been a diversion, but for what?
No key location had been attacked, and there weren't that many casualties either. He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he kept reading, his subordinate unsure if he should speak up.
"What is it?"
"S-sir, isn't it good that everything ended well?"
"You're young, and you lack experience, but no. I used to serve in the capital for a short while. There, plotting runs rampant and nothing is as it seems."
Undead Crafters? Sure, why not! I can say for certain that this never happened in my first life. Gotta add that to the list of goals: create a crafting empire using undead. Sadly, it requires a LOT of power for something like that not to go wrong.
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