What Maxwell saw were bodies stretched out on crosses. These bodies were not human bodies. It was quite clear that they were the bodies of people who had long since become zombies, and it was even possible to see that there were a few low-level mutant zombies among them.
"What are these?" Maxwell questioned, turning his head away. The zombies' bodies were practically torn to shreds, yet they remained stretched out on the crosses.
The sight of the blood-soaked grass was truly disgusting. It seemed as if nature itself had been irrevocably tainted.
"Are you alright, young man?" Callum asked, looking genuinely concerned, even though he had only met him about fifteen minutes ago.
"I'm fine... It's just the first time I've seen something like this," Maxwell replied.
The group tried, at least a little, to block the sight before Maxwell's eyes with their bodies. Strangely enough, it didn't take a genius to say they were genuinely kind-hearted people.
After all, it was highly unlikely that this group, whom he thought were under someone like Callum's command, could be bad.
"Some of them are alive, you know?" someone else in the group suddenly said.
When Maxwell heard these words, he paused, looking puzzled, and then, preparing himself, asked, "Which ones?"
He thought he needed to get used to this image.
When he asked the question, several people in the group simultaneously pointed to the left side of the group, indicating a spot where three crosses stood together.
When Maxwell focused his attention there, he began to hear growling.
He could see that two of the zombies were mutant zombies. One looked like a normal zombie.
Both mutant zombies were different types of zombies. Although Maxwell didn't know their levels, he thought they weren't very high.
After all, someone who could catch them, Callum, was in this settlement.
One mutant zombie was a woman with long nails and teeth that protruded from her face like sharp knives.
"A Witch," Maxwell had said. She was a mutant zombie, rare among mutant zombies and considered powerful, but it wasn't hard to see that she was weak now that she had been captured.
The other mutant zombie had large muscles and a pair of eyes that shed tears of the same bright green colour.
After watching the mutant zombie closely, Maxwell raised his eyebrows and said, "Huh... Plague, is it?"
This zombie was a mutant zombie that spread poison around. It wasn't particularly harmful, but the real trouble began when it was killed.
While it didn't cause much harm while alive, when it died, it could release a deep, dense poisonous gas reaching hundreds of metres and trigger an infection virus.
"Plague?" Callum asked with great curiosity.
"Yes, that mutant zombie with the green eyes. It needs to be burned to death; if it dies normally, it will spread poisonous gas around. You must be careful," Maxwell had said.
The moment Callum heard this warning, he took it seriously and immediately said, "Burn it."
Maxwell frowned as if deep in thought and then asked, "But sir, why did you put zombies on crosses?"
The possibility that it was a scare tactic crossed his mind, but a feeling inside him told him that a different logic was at work here.
When Callum heard this question, he said, "Hah! I thought you'd never ask. Look, young man. Everywhere you see two mutant zombies and one normal zombie. The normal one is in front, the mutants are behind. It's the ability of an awakened one living in our camp. His skills are literally working like that, better than being in danger, ey?"
Maxwell's interest immediately grew exponentially, prompting him to ask, "So what exactly does it do?"
"It turns this place into somewhere low-level mutant zombies can't see, so our patrol teams can ensure our safety by only hunting normal zombies. This area has quite a lot of mutant zombies; they just exist like that. We don't know how, we have no idea what kind of things make them mutant, but we think they just exist like that," Callum replied.
Meanwhile, the rest of the group had finally managed to enter the campsite.
There were dozens of huts in the campsite, and in the centre of the area stood a large building, though not as big as Elise's mansion.
[Delivery point reached, please unload the delivery items to complete the delivery!]
Maxwell unloaded the items from his inventory upon seeing this system notification appear before his eyes. There wasn't much, apart from food and a substantial amount of water; not much else had been ordered.
This delivery had earned him exactly 48 energy stones.
"Ah! The delivery is complete, there's no reason for me to stay here now," Maxwell said suddenly. These words greatly surprised the group around him.
"You must stay here. There's not much time left until evening. The red sun's light has a greater effect when it reflects off the moon. It's dangerous in the evenings," Callum said, sounding like a genuinely concerned grandfather.
Maxwell knew full well that staying here was safe. Even from what he had read about Callum, he had learned that there were no traitors in his group, only people who helped others.
This place was safe, he was sure of that, yet... A feeling inside him told him that being in an area he couldn't control wasn't a very good option.
"I don't think that's necessary, thank you for the thought," Maxwell said, having not planned to stay here when he approached.
Still, because of the kindness Callum and the others had shown him over the last half hour, the attention they had given him and their genuinely good behaviour, he wanted to give them a gift.
He pondered this for a few minutes, then assessed the Delivery Driver class's market ability, pulled out several kilos of quality meat and vegetables, placed the packaged goods on top of the crates, and then said:
"It was an honour to trade with you. I look forward to your future orders. Have a good day, sir."
He then departed as suddenly as he had arrived, leaving behind nothing but a handful of people eager to follow him.