Shami looked quietly at Bone Frame.
"Because this kind of industry makes money quickly without responsibility... I mean, because there are already over a thousand skeletons, but the central grave area only has a few hundred graves, so it's developed elsewhere to provide more living spaces... 99 gold coins isn't much, after all, I personally found people to dig those graves... If it's expensive you can take a loan... you'll finish paying it off in 50 years..."
Bone Frame muttered quietly, soon having its head thumped by Shami, who then searched it, taking away all the nearly four thousand gold coins it had.
"My gold coins! Lord Shami!"
Bone Frame cried out pitifully.
"Alright, alright, gathering so many private reserves, huh. Bone Frame, if you continue like this, one day you'll wander into Ghost Valley and be doomed if you see a street lamp. This is your punishment for monopolizing the skeleton grave industry. Develop the Skeleton Race properly!"
Shami said mercilessly.
