Powerhouse

Richard walked outside and returned moments later, carrying a bunch of wooden boards, metal pieces, and simple workshop tools. A few minutes of sawing and hammering gave rise to a shoddy workbench.

He didn’t even raise his head, “I don’t know why I’m keeping you alive, but it looks like you can understand me so you’re not too stupid. If you want to live a few more days, then don’t do anything foolish. Sometimes, I just kill people out of instinct.”

The Daxdian just stared as he finished up the desk before speaking awkwardly in Norland common, “You… Why don’t you… kill me?”

“I already told you,” Richard said lazily while inspecting his work, “Don’t waste my time. Do all of you demons know...