As long as you get their phylactery, you can command them to do anything.
Those guys aren't protected by Transylvania's laws, so you can use any dirty trick you want."
"Damn! Pure evil—I like it."
The Water Demon Basha licked his lips, revealing an utterly twisted grin. He patted A Feng on the shoulder and said:
"Thanks, bro! This intel came just in time. I'm gathering some troops right now to make a few sweeps through the swamp. Brother Dog Egg, wanna join me?"
"Nah, I still prefer farming reputation points."
Dog Egg pursed his lips, climbed back onto his palanquin carried by four Skeleton Soldiers, and waved dismissively:
"Forcing contracts comes with way too much risk and hidden dangers. Plus, using a phylactery to threaten others—how's that any different from those damned Jackal Warlocks? I want to become a Ghost King, but I don't want to be a villain. So, I'll stick to good old reputation farming."
"You're not dark enough!"
Basha retorted:
