"First, sign a contract with me," Fang Jie said, "then you will come to my side. I have some questions for you."
Although several people were somewhat reluctant in their hearts, they had to sign begrudgingly in the end. They still carried their Soul Contracts with them. Many things were packed for the relocation; they lacked nothing.
Especially these precious supplies—who knew when they could be of use.
Now, they were being used, albeit on themselves.
After the contract was signed, Fang Ji felt much more at ease. After all, before the contract, what if they attacked him? Essentially, he was just a human of silver rank.
Even if defenses were impeccable, there could still be oversights.
One careless moment could mean real death.
Afterwards, Fang Jie had Horul brought over and started the relocation of those humans to the south. And as for some lands in the north—though also his now—the north had nearly been destroyed by those undead.