Chapter 113.2: Yang's Entrustment
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Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 113.2: Yang's Entrustment

"What?" Inspector Lowell suppressed his anger.

"If our undead friends take up the responsibilities of rulers, will their outstanding performance make them more likely to be viewed with hostility by the world outside?" Yang Qiu asked calmly.

Inspector Lowell, who was on the verge of exploding with rage, was stunned.

Then, the ascetic of the Goddess of Prosperity faith, whose face was flushed, gradually paled. The veins on his forehead subsided and cold sweat oozed from the roots of his hair.

But after a few seconds, color returned to his face, and even his cheeks seemed so scarlet that blood was on the verge of dripping out from them.

"You… really know how to make things difficult for people," Inspector Lowell said somewhat embarrassedly.

"But it is also the most effective way for us to understand the difficult situation our undead friends are in," Yang Qiu said with a smile. "If even an ascetic like you, who transcends mundane interests, instinctively resents the act of the undead taking on the responsibilities of rulers, what about others?"

Lowell nodded silently.

He understood why Yang, after capturing Wagner Pitt and his soldiers, didn't send anyone to communicate with the Indahl lord to resolve the disputes. Regardless of whether it was Lord Rex on the surface or the undead who actually ruled Weisshem, they weren't destined to coexist peacefully with the Indahl lord.

If Weisshem was in chaos, the Indahl lord would still be able to tolerate the existence of Rex and the strange undead from Taranthan.

But if Weisshem was well-governed, then Rex and the undead would become thorns in the eyes of the Indahl lord and the Bartalis family.

"This isn't something to laugh about, Yang," Lowell couldn't help but say. "Since you are aware of this predicament, are you… going to watch Weisshem be engulfed by war?"

With a calm smile, Yang Qiu turned to look at the orcs in the factory, who were carefully taking out the bean curds from the press to make tofu. "Of course not, Inspector. Why do we pursue the path of pow

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