Undead God: I Can Extract Everything

In the reception area, Dean McKenzie asked a South Barbarian staffer responsible for liaising with the Alliance, “Is that guy still not ready to meet me?”

“Sir, the response we received from the Alliance is that they need a few more days since they have things to handle on their end!”

Upon hearing the same old reply, Dean McKenzie couldn’t help but smirk,

Seems like your boss doesn’t hold much sway here!”

Initially, he assumed that they would give Bear Barry some face owing to his Barbarian supremacy.

But once he arrived, he found that they didn’t think much of the ‘Barbarian Supreme Bear.’

Of course, it could be because Bear Barry did not come himself, if he were there in person, the situation might have been different.

As for Dean McKenzie?

They probably feel that considering his status and their position, if he insists on meeting right away, it might make them seem inferior, hence he should be sidelined for now.

On the other hand, the Giant Bear Tribe member dared not belittle his clan leader in front of Dean.

After all, he knew the inside scoop.

Understood well how Dean killed Yorick Meyer and made Bear Barry submit.

Let alone belittle Bear Barry in front of him, even if he did so in Bear Barry’s presence, Bear Barry would still have to painfully agree of his incompetence!

“Rest assured, Sir. I will do my best to communicate with the Alliance ”

“No need to strain yourself!”

Dean McKenzie dismissed the matter, “When we’re in their territory, we must be respectful and abide by their rules.

When they’re busy, we need to give them space and not cause trouble; we must be more mindful.”

After hearing Dean’s words, his subordinates were a bit baffled.

When did the boss become so patient?

Could it be due to the change in scenario? Was he only arrogant in the South Barbarian areas and now that he has returned to the Alliance, he has mellowed down?

Is the Alliance that terrifying? So much so that even the boss has to tread carefully?

As they were still puzzled, Dean added, “However, we should also consider those who work tirelessly for the Alliance. Are we not going to let them balance work and family?

Could you do me a favor and look into their wives, mistresses, children, elderly, etc.?

They might be too busy with work and don’t have time to care for their families. 1 guess we could ease their burden by lending some support!”

Upon hearing Dean’s words, the subordinate fired up.

He had known it. When had the boss ever been this patient?

They initially thought that entering the Alliance would lead to a change in the boss’s behavior. Turns out, there was no alteration. The boss’s temper hadn’t subsided but became worse. On a whim, he decided to care for others’ wives and children.

This is the Alliance, inside Albany!

Wouldn’t such actions be…too…

“Hm?”

As his subordinate hesitated, Dean McKenzie glanced his way, and he instinctively trembled.

‘TH get started right away!”

Next, the subordinate darted out to fulfill his duties.

Almost at the same time as his departure, a beacon lit up on Dean McKenzie.

Seeing the glowing tag, a smile crept up on Dean’s face.

“So, this guy really came!”

Half an hour later, within the Dark Green Hotel in Albany!

After more than half a year, Dean McKenzie met Donald Morgan again.

Upon meeting again, both sized each other up.

However, the difference was, in Donald Morgan’s eyes, Dean seemed enshrouded in a fog, whereas Donald appeared as clear as a stream to Dean.

Name: Donald Morgan

Identity: Son of the Bloody Church

Template: Extraordinary

Level: 14.0

In a year’s time, up two levels and template upgrade to Extraordinary.

One has to admit, Donald Morgan has made significant progress.

Gazing at Donald Morgan’s attributes, Dean McKenzie sighed faintly.

On the other hand, Donald Morgan had an even more astonished look.

After all, Dean could clearly see him, while in his eyes, Dean was utterly shrouded in fog.

He could just vaguely sense enormous blood energy equivalent to that of a seventh-level soldier within Dean’s body.

Upon sensing this, Donald Morgan was stunned.

He remembered that Dean was a Necromancer, generally, their bodies are mere shells and have weaker physique than the normal mages. How can Dean possess such terrifying blood energy?

Could it be possible that he has altered his body to that of a Wraith?

But if he did transform into a Wraith, shouldn’t his blood energy be depleted?

Donald Morgan was puzzled and bewildered.

”Wait, I mean, although it’s been a while since we met, there’s no need to inspect me so much, right?

If someone didn’t know better, they might think there was some unresolved history between us!”

Dean laughed and broke Donald’s gaze, then walked straight into the private room that Donald had reserved.

At the sight of the empty dining table, Dean’s eyebrows knitted, “Where’s the food? Didn’t you order anything?”

Donald Morgan was struggling to keep up with Dean’s pace.

Dinner? Was he seriously here for dinner?

Nonetheless, Donald had the dishes served.

“Where have you been these past six months?”

Once the meals were served and irrelevant people had left, Donald Morgan finally asked.

“In the Southern Barbarian areas! Mm, this dish is great, it’s been quite a while since I’ve had good food!”

Dean responded while eating heartily.

It wasn’t an act, he indeed hasn’t had much of exquisite food for a long while..