Ming stared at the skill that Da Vinci had stripped from the White Horse Rider.
[Plague: After learning, you will have the ability to spread it]
He put it in the inventory for storage.
The fight with the White Horse Rider didn't leave it any chance to fight back. Finally, it was killed inside the tent. Now that he thought about it, the tent had played a crucial role, and he would need to make more use of it in the future.
Ming stood up and looked in the direction of the mist. Having Napoleon explore inside was a good thing.
Firstly, it could send back useful information.
Secondly, if it managed to turn all the monsters inside the mist into its subordinates, then his worries would be greatly alleviated.
Of course, this was just a fantasy. After all, they were currently a team that consisted of one who couldn't fool others, one who was fooled, and one who wasn't very smart.