There was no outbreak of battle in the cemetery; at the front of the troop, Bone Frame was sitting on the ground with Mason and a group of generals, drinking wine.
"Ah, indeed it's good wine."
Bone Frame sighed, as the wine dripped through its hollow bones onto the ground where it sat.
"What the hell! Why are they chatting instead of fighting?"
Shami stared forward in confusion.
Mason laughed heartily, sitting next to several elderly people, holding a few scriptures in their hands.
"I didn't expect you guys to know the language of the Skeleton Race."
Bone Frame looked at the troop in surprise.
"Of course. Our kingdom has had interactions with the Demon race, and over time, scholars in the kingdom deciphered some of the languages of the demons. Fighting doesn't solve problems, peaceful discussions suit us better."
Mason gestured to the elderly by his side, explained a bit, then turned to Bone Frame.
"Warrior Skeleton, why are you alone in this place?"
