Adrian had already given up hope.
Fight! As long as no one dies, let them fight as they please!
After all, he knew that in the future, this place might be occupied by the Half-Elves even more.
If it got destroyed, it would be their own responsibility to repair it.
Although lazy, Adrian was aware of how high William had set the baseline for this covenant.
It wouldn't preclude the Half-Elves and Humans from interacting, but it certainly wouldn't allow them to set foot on a single inch of Central City's land.
Only this area on the outskirts of Central City, which was actually quite far, could be offered for transactions between Humans and Half-Elves.
Adrian was sick of this group of Half-Elves.
Initially, he had found an excuse to squat outside just to avoid trouble, but who knew these Half-Elves could be so foolish.
Even if the Undead Tribe looked beautiful, everyone already knew they were only to be admired from a distance, right?
