After exchanging a few words, Michael watched Mage Lian fly away.
Though he knew the old mage wasn't using flight magic just to show off, sometimes it certainly felt like it.
Not that Michael would ever admit to being envious.
His gaze shifted to the distant corpses of the mountain apes.
Before Mage Lian left, he had briefly considered asking for ownership of one, but he quickly dismissed the thought.
Technically, he already had a claim to at least one of them—perhaps even both.
But the real issue wasn't ownership.
It was usefulness.
Reviving one as an undead? That would depend on whether he had the strength to do so.
If strength simply meant having enough mana, then Michael had more than enough now.
In fact, he was fairly certain he had more than required.
But then came the next problem.
Where would he even keep the body?
It was far too large for his storage space, and Undead Summoning?
Michael decided not to dwell on it too much—no need to ruin his good mood.
