Chapter 57: The Abyss is far behind, the Fox and the Old Dog_2

Fran understood more clearly than most that he was already in a relatively favourable position, at least his valley and his subordinates were considered friendly by the Undead Tribe and could not be attacked arbitrarily.

If over the centuries, the World Will had looked favourably upon the Undead Tribe, then Fran had to seize each opportunity to secure a safe path for the Magical Beasts.

Too many high-level Magical Beasts had taken refuge in his place. Fran sighed softly, sensing every now and then that their numbers were slightly increasing.

The Undead Tribe still had many interesting things to do, and Fran's valley was also greenlit in their books, so he could temporarily stop worrying.

But they could now make contracts with Magical Beasts. Fran closed his eyes, standing on the balcony in the night breeze, deep in thought. Was there another place more convenient to find Magical Beasts than here?