Lansendel felt that Hill's heart wasn't much better than his own.
Although it seemed like the area leading to the Magic Tower's entrance was large, in truth, there was only a narrow path one could take.
Couple that with the slippery steps, mixed with icy water... if the Undead Tribe wanted to bypass to the front of the tower, they'd have to tread very carefully.
If they moved too eagerly, they might just end up diving into the sea.
Unless the Undead Tribe could work together harmoniously, without making things difficult for each other or desperately snatching tasks... but, how likely was that?
Even if it were just a brick and someone was competing with them for it, the Undead Tribe would rather fall head over heels—literally face-first into the mud—just to be faster by a second than others.
No need to mention if it involved seizing tasks.
A single extra copper coin over others signified his victory.
