The entire Undead Legion appeared even more formidable, brimming with a nacing Evil Qi.
By the ti this massive force reached the outskirts of Silver Sand Bay Fishing Port, the sky was already lightening with the dawn.
Old Baal, who had been up all night, noticed the commotion and imdiately ca out to greet them with a few militian.
Accompanying him were Fishbone, the Soul Fire unit Lynch had left in the Fishing Port, and its group of underlings.
"My Lord." Old Baal breathed a sigh of relief and bowed respectfully.
Old Baal was genuinely relieved that Lynch had returned safely.
Although this lord’s Undead Army looked terrifying at first glance, after so ti, he knew that these Undead Units were actually better than so of the soldiers serving human lords.
At least they didn’t exploit the fishern or assault the won of the village.
Having Lord Lynch stationed at the Fishing Port, on the contrary, gave people a great sense of security.
Lynch didn’t waste any words. He handed all the rescued girls and the junk the Skeleton Soldiers had carried back over to Old Baal to handle.
"Yes, my Lord, I’ll see to it at once!" Old Baal nodded repeatedly in agreent.
He was quite happy looking at the things that had clearly been hauled out of the goblin lair. Although most of it was junk, the sheer quantity represented a considerable fortune for the impoverished Fishing Port.
After Old Baal left,
Lynch’s gaze fell on the two militian who had followed him for a full day and night.
Seeing their weary faces as they forced themselves to stay alert, he spoke in a mild tone, "What you saw while you were out with , especially concerning... ’certain special guests’... I expect you to take that secret to your graves."
"If I hear any unwelco rumors in the Fishing Port... I wouldn’t mind turning you, and your families, into Skeleton Servants—just as loyal, quiet, and eternally tight-lipped as they are."
The two militian’s faces instantly went pale, their legs grew weak, and they nodded furiously. "Rest assured, my Lord, we don’t know anything! We didn’t see a thing!"
This was one of the "benefits" of being a Necromancer. So people might feign compliance in the face of a normal threat, but an ordinary person would take a warning from a Necromancer to heart.
This was especially true for these two militian, who had followed him the entire way and witnessed his thods firsthand.
Seeing that they seed to have truly taken his words to heart,
Lynch nodded in satisfaction. "Thank you for your hard work. Go back and get so proper rest."
As he spoke, he gave each of them a pouch of money filled with a mix of silver pieces and copper plates, each worth several Gold Coins.
The two militian were overjoyed, and they left with the pouches, thanking him profusely.
After the militian left,
Lynch spurred Red Rabbit to turn around. Surrounded by his Soul Fire commanders and elite Guard Skeletons, he returned to his garrison residence.
At this ti,
Sea Song was leaning against his chest, her green hair obscuring most of her face. Her long, slender legs, now in human form, dangled to one side. At a glance, she just looked like a frightened, ordinary human girl who had been rescued, not particularly conspicuous.
It was for this reason that Lynch hadn’t specifically warned Old Baal and the others.
After all, wasn’t it perfectly reasonable for their lord to pick a beautiful girl from among the rescued and take her back to his residence to... enjoy himself?
Old Baal and the others simply pretended not to see.
As for the six Naga, while they were quite conspicuous on land, the continent was vast and ho to a mix of various races. The Naga Race wasn’t extrely rare along the coasts and major river basins—at least, they were far more common than rmaids.
As long as they didn’t draw attention to themselves, keeping them under watch for the ti being wouldn’t be a major issue.
Back at the garrison, Lynch dismounted Red Rabbit while holding Sea Song. His movents were not gentle, but they weren’t rough either.
He then arranged a separate room for her and dispatched Bone Shield to lead a group of Guard Skeletons in providing "close protection."
After settling Sea Song, Lynch turned his attention to the Naga.
He naturally wouldn’t let them into his own residence. Instead, he took them to the outskirts of the Fishing Port, to a secluded corner where a freshwater stream flowed into the bay.
There were a few simple wooden huts there, originally used for storing fishing nets. Once cleared out, they would serve as a temporary shelter for them.
They wouldn’t even need to go out and fish for themselves; the Fishing Port had no shortage of seafood. He just needed to order the militian to feed them on schedule.
Besides that,
Lynch also arranged for Fishbone’s squad, which he had just taken back from the militian’s command, to be stationed outside the wooden huts to keep them under close surveillance.
In any case, with Sea Song as a "hostage" in his hands, Lynch wasn’t worried they would make any rash moves.
Of course, the ever-useful surveillance by the Squirrel Skeletons was also indispensable.
On top of that,
The goblin also had to be locked up.
However, given its complete lack of combat ability, he simply had it locked up in an empty warehouse in the garrison, leaving a squad of Skeletons to guard it.
Only after dealing with these miscellaneous tasks did Lynch return to his room.
By now, the Skeleton Servants had surrounded the garrison completely. Standing in their midst, Lynch felt a profound sense of security.
However, he did not rest imdiately.
Although he was ntally exhausted from a full day and night of marching and several battles, there were still so things that needed to be done urgently.
He took a "Basic Communication Scroll" from his Space Ring.
This type of Scroll wasn’t too expensive; it could be exchanged for a few Gold Coins or academic credits at the academy. But since it had the word "Basic" in its na, its communication range was naturally limited, covering only a hundred or two hundred li, and it was a single-use consumable.
For the current Lynch, a few Gold Coins was now small change.
Of course, if it were just a letter for casual correspondence, he certainly wouldn’t be extravagant enough to use a Magic Scroll. Instead, he would have a fisherman deliver it when they went to Moon Sail Port to sell their catch, dropping it in an official postbox. It was much cheaper that way.
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