"Arlanga, where are you going?" Anfey asked.
"Master, you probably do not know there is no more food in White Mountain City. We are going to Maho Empire to buy some and sell here to make some money," Arlanga said, trying to please Anfey.
"It seems that you heard necromancers have lost the battle," Anfey said, "but you are crazy to do business at this time. Necromancers lost the battle, but many death spirits are all around. It would be hard for you to protect yourselves from those death spirits. Arlanga, wouldn’t you be the very first person to dare to do business in White Mountain City?"
"I have to do it, master. If I could be the first, I would make a little more. In fact, I do not want to come out and risk my life if I have a choice." Arlanga looked respectful, but he hated Anfey’s guts. If it were possible, he wished he could jump Anfey and choke him.