"Magnar, please, I beg of you, speak favorably of my race to the president!" Hardiman nearly pleaded.
"My undead race comes with the utmost sincerity!"
Magnar merely nodded noncommittally and gestured for him to leave.
Seeing this, Hardiman could only sigh heavily and leave the mansion in frustration.
Just as he stepped out the door, a voice he least wanted to hear rang out mockingly.
"Well, well, look who it is!"
"Isn't this the esteemed Hardiman, the leader of the undead race? What, are you back to beg again?"
It was Felix, the leader of the divine race, with several of his kin, who happened to be passing by. They wore expressions of undisguised mockery. Seeing Hardiman's failure brought them great satisfaction.
Heh...
Back then, Hardiman refused to pledge allegiance to Dalton because of his pride. Now, seeing others prosper, he had come crawling back to join them?
Too late!
Dalton Town now paid him no attention, and this was entirely his own doing!
