With a single thought, Slimmy appeared on his bed.
'Of course I could.' He almost facepalmed.
Moments later, he sent Slimmy back to the graveyard. Then he looked around.
The room was small. The wooden table was so old it had darkened with age. The curtain by the window had been washed so many times that its color had faded, and several old tools he used in the past were still stacked in the corner.
Compared to the mansion in Ascension Mountain, this place felt like a completely different world.
No, this really was a different world.
Suddenly, Leon's loud voice drifted up from downstairs.
"Lorraine, did you put extra meat in breakfast today? I can smell it!"
"If you steal any more food, I'll feed your portion to the dog."
"We don't even have a dog!"
"Then you'd better behave yourself."
Zich listened to the voices downstairs and remained silent for a moment.
Strangely enough, the noise actually made him feel more relaxed. At least there were no undead here.
