“Twenty hours.”

“We're sorry, but it—”

“Twenty.”

“As I was try—”

“Hours. Couldn't you come any faster? Whatever, just tell me what to do.”

The messenger took a few steps back. A blind man could see that Lich was angry, and he himself had a pair of working eyes.

“T, the boss will tell you what to do. His office in front of the stairs on the fourth floor.” He whispered out weakly and left the room.

Lich left right behind him and went up. He deliberately put on his backpack to hit other people in the narrow and crowded hallways, because pettiness was one of his dominant traits.

Once he reached the top floor, the office doors swung open and the former lord of Windhoek greeted Lich.

“Welcome. My name is—”

“I don't care. What do I have to do?”

'What disrespect! I guess I will have to accept it, if I want to use him. But let's just make his life a little harder.'

“I just need you to destroy their main base. Nothing too hard for you, I presume.” He uttered through his teeth. “It's right here.” He finished, pointing at a map.

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At first, he wanted to give Lich a simple task, but being disrespected caused him to change his mind.

“Yeah, ok.” Lich engraved the location of the objective in his mind and left.

The conversation was unpleasant to say the least, but Lich didn't come to Windhoek to find friends. Putting up with a former king (who was a worse ruler than him, by the way) was just a part of getting what he wanted.

He started walking down the stairs, but was interrupted on the first floor.

“Do you require any help? We have spare weapons, if you need some.”

Lich turned around and saw the group of guards that let him into the building. 'Oh, it's machete-man and co.'

“I don't need them. Also, why would you care about me?” He was confused by the sudden show of good will from the people who weren't very kind to him just a day before.

They looked at each other with embarrassment, before the man who wielded a machete the day before answered.

“We felt bad about how you were treated, so this is a small apology. I hope you won't see us as bad people.”

Lich really wanted to point out the fact that they worked for slave traders, but stopped himself, because of how innocently nice they were. He thought that, maybe, this was his chance to find a friend for the first time in almost 10 years.

“Right, we forgot to introduce ourselves. I'm Ester, the lady of our team is Sophie, and the white guy is called Adam.” Machete-man spoke.

Lich didn't really care about how other people looked, so he only paid attention to their height and weapons. It was all the information he needed to fight.

Now that he was taken out of combat mode, he noticed more details of these people's appearances.

The machete-man called Ester had dark brown skin and short, black hair. His eyes were of the same color as Lich's.

Surprisingly, Adam had a very light skin color, even after living at least 12 years in South Africa. He had brown hair formed into a ducktail, and blue eyes.

The woman named like Lich's mom had brown skin and green eyes. Her hair was almost pitch black and was tied into a braid reaching her shoulder blades.

The group looked very photogenic in civilian clothes.

“Well, as you might know, My name is Lich.” (still self-proclaimed) “The king of the undead.”