The steward called another servant and instructed, "Take this boy to tidy up, and teach him some rules."
"Yesterday, two slaves died, and we need manpower to fill in..."
When someone above the rank of deacon dies and people immediately come to apply, the steward would suspect a little.
But for the miscellaneous chores and slaves in the Qi-refining Realm, they were too lowly, if they died, they died.
People come, just fill in directly, not worth taking to heart.
Having given these instructions, the steward left; he had many things to manage and had to serve various "distinguished people," staying very busy.
After the steward left, the other servant led Mo Hua deeper into the Monster Fighting Arena.
"Here, they provide food and shelter."
"The food is not good, but not to the point of starving to death."
"The lodging is also poor, but not to the point of sleeping on the streets."
"Beyond that, just do your assigned tasks. I don't have much more to advise you."
