"Lord Shami, did you feel the goodwill of the Streetlight senior? — Why does Lord Shami look so pale?"
Stacy was excited and suddenly noticed Shami’s uneasy expression.
Shami trembled and distanced himself from the Streetlight Ghost, swallowing nervously.
According to the intelligence gathered by the Demon King, this Streetlight Ghost would extend his hands to strangle capitalists under the streetlight and then hang them there.
He saw the streetlight extend its hands toward him just now, right? It wasn’t an illusion, was it?
"Ah, right, I rember now! The Streetlight senior once told he used to be a Sword Spirit..."
Stacy raised her index finger.
Shami quickly cleared his mind, but couldn’t help furrowing his brows.
"Is he a ghost or a Sword Spirit, no, this guy can’t even be considered a sword! It’s clearly a streetlight, it has nothing to do with a sword at all!"
After confirming that this sword, no, this ghost, no, this streetlight had no ill intentions toward him, Shami began to carefully examine the appearance of the streetlight.
The width of the streetlight pole was too big to hold with both hands, let alone one hand.
You can’t even lift it, how can you swing it to slash anything? Even if it did hit soone, the streetlight would probably break first.
"If it’s a sword, how exactly do you wield it to slash soone?"
The Demon King wondered.
"People’s physiques differ; I once saw an athlete escape unscathed from a school fire in a city and greet . So swordsn might specialize in using odd things as swords."
"Seeing you probably ans that athlete died and beca a ghost, right? Anyway, let’s not worry about that for now."
Shami brushed off the matter of the Streetlight Ghost.
After touring the woods with Stacy and eting various ghosts, Shami got a rough idea of the current situation of the Ghost Race.
At present, the Ghost Race consisted of over forty ghosts, each possessing different objects.
Video tapes, pens, straw hats, folding stools, chairs, chainsaws, toilets, streetlights...
They could easily set up a haunted house filled with ghostly objects for rent.
Among these ghosts, the more combative ones were the Chainsaw Ghost, Folding Stools Ghost, Straw Hat Ghost, and Streetlight Ghost, among others.
While other ghosts didn’t have strong combat abilities, they had quite the scare factor. Like Toilet Ghost, Mirror Ghost, Video Tape Ghost, and so on.
If these ghosts’ traits were fully utilized, Ghost Valley could beco a terrifying force in the Demon Realm.
"Stacy, the developnt of Ghost Valley depends on you."
Shami patted the Video Tape Ghost and handed over a few ergency small Teleportation Gates, allowing the Video Tape Ghost to return from the Human World anyti.
For now, this ghost is among the top five most reliable in the demon ranks.
"Don’t worry, Lord Shami, I will gather more ghost friends for the demon race and build Ghost Valley well!"
Stacy was full of fighting spirit.
"M- too."
Wenli at the side raised her hand softly.
"Even though I’m a new recruit in the demon race, if I encounter anything I don’t understand, I’ll actively ask Miss Lureya and the others!"
"Eh, eh, eh, eh, try to reduce contact with unreliable people."
Shami quickly interrupted Stacy.
After spending the morning in Ghost Valley, Shami witnessed the Ghost Race’s stronghold being established from scratch.
Planning to return to the Demon King Castle, he rembered that the Skeleton Race’s Bone Fra tribe was nearby.
Shami decided to pay a visit.
Demon Realm.
Not far from Ghost Valley lies the Skull Graveyard.
This patch of barren land sits in the middle of a verdant field, like a brown bald spot on a green carpet.
Brown earth colors dominate this land, and when you look around, only low withered grass and a few dead trees with bare branches pierce the landscape, while black crows fly by, cawing mournfully.
"Lord Shami, could you at least give so notice before visiting? So I can prepare in advance~"
The Bone Fra, wearing a maid outfit, was dragged over by Shami through the Teleportation Gate and twisted her body in dissatisfaction.
"Of course not. Only surprise inspections can reveal whether you’re properly building your stronghold, Bone Fra. Don’t think the leader doesn’t know; the leader is well-aware. As the most senior mber by the leader’s side, you have plenty of cunning in your heart."
Shami exposed Bone Fra right away.
Originally, he planned for Bone Fra to be the Demon King Castle’s gatekeeper and part-ti gardener.
But sohow Bone Fra not only donned a maid’s outfit, becoming the castle’s steward, but also climbed onto the Demon King’s bed, serving as the Demon King’s bedroom skeleton figure.
Such a quick rise in rank, if said that Bone Fra didn’t have a bit of cunning inside, Shami wouldn’t believe it at all.
"I’m an outstanding, law-abiding citizen, Lord Shami!"
Bone Fra loudly defended her innocence.
Shami wasn’t listening.
The two of them slowly walked along a path, inspecting the situation of the Skeleton Race’s stronghold.
Gradually, mounds of earth appeared on the barren ground every few ters.
These were the graves where coffins were buried.
As Shami approached, he found that these mounds had signs posted, selling them.
[Suburban Large Tomb, near the road, convenient transportation, built-in well-decorated coffins, zero shared area. Full purchase includes a child’s opportunity to work in the Demon King Castle. Selling fast! Only 99 Gold Coins! — Contact: Bone Fra]
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