In half a month, the one-eyed ogre Grant Howard took people from the pen one after another, taking as many as 13 people in total, at an astonishingly high frequency. Could this be related to the curse?

Oh right, this morning, Fiona Carter's face seemed excessively pale... Although Fiona Carter's face was always white, it usually had some luster, but this morning, his complexion was a dull, ashen white. Thinking back carefully, his whole person seemed to have a subtle aura of decay.

The warrior Gregory Howard was displeased: "Kid, are you deaf? Didn't my big brother already say it? We retreated too hastily at the time and didn't see clearly!"

Logan Bennett ignored this clown, his eyes fixed on the blond warrior Kenneth Carter. He knew that this guy was the real decision-maker.

The warrior Kenneth Carter squinted, lost in thought for a good half minute, then suddenly a cold sneer appeared on his face: "If I'm not mistaken, those two zombies just now were brought by you, right?"

"I brought them," Logan Bennett admitted without hesitation.

The moment he finished speaking, Gregory Howard exploded like a lit firecracker: "Oh~ I actually talked to a murderer like you for so long. Watch me smash your head in!"

He raised his club and, without hesitation, swung it down at Logan Bennett's head.

Logan Bennett stood motionless. In fact, even if he wanted to dodge, he couldn't, and he didn't even have time to speak.

"Clang—"

Graham Howard's club was knocked aside—it was Kenneth Carter who intervened.

"Big brother?!" Graham Howard was startled.

"Don't be hasty," Kenneth Carter's face was as calm as water. He stared into Logan Bennett's eyes: "Do you have anything else to say?"

Logan Bennett had just had a brush with death, his heart pounding wildly, his back drenched in cold sweat. He thought to himself, 'These two guys are really ruthless, always ready to bash someone's head in.'

Fortunately, he had already prepared for this situation. He quickly calmed down and said frankly, "You're right, the zombies were brought by me, and I was the one who had them attack you. The reason is simple: these two zombies are Fiona Carter's spies. If they aren't destroyed, I can't escape Fiona Carter's surveillance, let alone talk to you here."

"Then did it ever occur to you that these two zombies might have killed us outright?" Kenneth Carter showed a hint of interest on his face.

"It did," Logan Bennett nodded.

"Then why did you still do it? Big brother, I knew this kid was up to no good!" Gregory Howard raised his club again.

"If you were killed, it would mean you weren't capable enough. Even if we forced a cooperation, it would probably end in failure anyway."

Kenneth Carter let out a cold chuckle: "You also left out one thing—if we were killed by the zombies, it would be equivalent to you helping Fiona Carter eliminate two enemies. When you return to White Rock Fort, you'll surely be rewarded by Fiona Carter."

"That's true," Logan Bennett nodded in admission.

Gregory Howard gritted his teeth as he listened: "You really are from White Rock Fort, your heart is as black as coal! Big brother, what is there to talk about with someone like this? Let me shove this club right through his ass!"

At this point, Logan Bennett had no way out. He straightened his back and said, "Fiona Carter is a terrifying mage—powerful, evil, and ruthless. Faced with such a formidable enemy, would you rather cooperate with a soft-hearted, mediocre person, or with someone who can see the bigger picture?"

"Enough of your nonsense!" Gregory Howard said impatiently. The mud on his face was almost dry, showing many spiderweb-like cracks, making him look rather eerie.

Kenneth Carter still said nothing.

Logan Bennett continued to ask, "Just now, you actually didn't notice me. I could have turned around and left, gone back to White Rock Fort, reported to Fiona Carter, and collected my reward in peace. But I didn't—I chose to come out. Tell me, why would I do that?!"

Gregory Howard muttered, "You just want to mess with me..."

Halfway through, he was stopped by Kenneth Carter raising his hand. Kenneth Carter nodded: "Then tell us, what should we do now?"

Logan Bennett was secretly pleased, knowing he had gained their initial trust. He pressed on: "To deal with zombies, just breaking their legs isn't enough. You have to burn their bodies to destroy all the evidence. So you need to burn them quickly."

"Thank you for the reminder. Gregory Howard, go burn the zombies," Kenneth Carter nodded.

Gregory Howard obediently complied, dragging his club as he left. As he went, he glared fiercely at Logan Bennett: "Kid, don't try any tricks, or I'll shove this club from your mouth all the way through your ass!"

Logan Bennett pretended not to hear.

After Gregory Howard left, Kenneth Carter continued, "And then?"

Logan Bennett revealed his true intention: "Soon, I'll return to White Rock Fort and report your information to Fiona Carter..."

Kenneth Carter's eyes narrowed: "Hmm?"