Chapter 41—Poor Village
'They seem better, as expected—after all, they are the head family of this village,' Slime#47 mused, glancing over their proper clothing: a hemp tunic covering their entire body.
All the villagers wore patched, torn tunics—clothes barely holding together, just like their lives, describing their poor condition; even their dwellings were worn out from age and in poor condition. Only a few were decent, and no house could match this village head's dwelling.
"Appraisal!" He used the skill on the old man playing with two children in the living room.
[ Ding! Opening Status! ]
[—Status—
—Name: ????
—Race: Human ★★★★
—Class: Mage
—Level: 35
—Titles: Oakfield village's Bailiff, Stingy Bailiff, High Tax Imposer, Cruel Bailiff…..
—Tier: 1 ]
'I see… no wonder this place is rotting. No merchants, no healers—just this parasite bleeding them dry.' he mused, "Also, he's called Bailiff, not the village head as I thought."
