With a population, they could talk about restoring production, reorganizing defenses, and ultimately revitalizing the entirety of Lakefront Town.
And to solve the food problem, the most direct and "abundant" source of food right now was the fish in Mirror Lake, and... the Fishmen who had taken over the fishing grounds.
'Fishmen, hmm...'
A smile touched the corners of Lynch's lips.
They were "old friends," indeed.
The very first wild monsters he'd ever hunted were Fishmen. And hadn't his Fish Priest 'risen from the ranks' of a Fishman horde?
His gaze swept downward.
In the garrison courtyard below, the Fish Priest was strutting about with its hands clasped behind its back, making its "rounds" with an arrogant stride.
Ever since its promotion to Tier One, the creature's Soul Fire had grown stronger. It swaggered around all day, even having the gall to boss around the Bone Mages and assign them "resurrection work."
