[201-400] LORD OF THE WORLD: I BECOME THE LORD OF THE DESERT FROM THE START

Chapter 267: Ancient God Statue And The Ancient God

“The resurrection of the dead?”

Richard looked at the system notification with a subtle expression.

“Another disaster week…”

However, it differed from the wild beasts released from their cages during the previous disaster week.

It was distinctly the world of the undead.

“I wonder if there will be more monsters that will attack the city this time.”

He shook his head and did not think about it. He just had to keep the troop on guard.

To others, the disaster week was a disaster, but to Twilight City, it was a bonus.

He didn’t pay too much attention and focused on the troop lairs.

[The instance dungeon will open in a week.]

It was the last time the system refreshed the troop lairs before they opened the instance dungeon.

However, since even Twilight City would enter the dungeon this time, he should recruit more troops.

Just as he pondered, a surprised voice from behind interrupted his thoughts.

“Lord Richard, Lord Richard… Miss Emily is awake!”

Richard turned around and saw the overjoyed maid behind him. He let out a sigh of relief.

Then, he seemed to have thought of something and slowly asked.

“Is there anything wrong with Emily?”

The maid shook her head.

“Other than scantly weak, there’s nothing wrong with Miss Emily. She’s currently drinking the Desert Crown Honey…”

Richard calmed down.

He stepped into the house and went up to the second floor.

As soon as he entered, he saw Emily half-leaning on the soft couch. Her usually lively eyes didn’t have much glow, and her face showed weakness from a long-term illness.

The young girl held a wooden cup with both hands and drank honey water with a straw made from a plant root.

After Emily saw him, she immediately smiled and called out to him.

“Father…”

Richard relaxed when he heard that.

He opened the attribute panel. The young girl’s status had become slightly weak, but it was not a big problem.

He went up and rubbed the little centaur’s head.

He said gently.

“How do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”

Emily shook her head.

“Father, I’m fine with it. It’s just, it’s just…”

Her face as she spoke revealed a streak of pain, and she pulled out a hand to rub her temple.

Her voice trembled.

“I had a very long nightmare…” She said.

“Nightmare?”

Richard’s eyes narrowed.

“What was that nightmare about?”

The little centaur put the empty wooden cup aside and raised its head pitifully.

She hugged his legs with both hands and rested her chin on her thigh with a sense of reliance.

With a slightly immature tone, her organizational ability could have been better than an adult’s.