He clapped his hands, then told his subordinates to drag away the corpse.
Three rcenaries remained, including Redi.
The white-haired young man saw his two companions already terrified out of their wits. It seed that they just rembered they were in this line of work rely to fill their stomachs. In this mont, their forr honor, faith, and pride established through the glorious achievents of the Gray Wolf rcenary Group all crumbled to dust. They trembled, their faces ashen, realizing they simply wanted to survive.
Redi looked at his once-proud comrades, who used to joke even in the face of death, now utterly terrified. He couldn’t help but curse these cowardly bastards in his heart, but he also cursed Conrad. "Co at if you have the guts, you bastard—" He couldn’t speak, these thoughts could only scream in his mind. Redi never felt such a strong desire to prove himself: what’s death anyway? He wanted to show his fear-stricken companions that there was nothing to fear in death.
The most shaful thing would be to submit to the enemy.
But Conrad seed unable to hear him, he just took the rcenaries one by one, it was as if he didn’t want any information at all. He didn’t even ask any questions. Even the last rcenary who knelt and begged for rcy, swearing to join them and willing to tell everything he knew, was only dragged away.
Soon, only Redi was left.
Conrad stopped in front of him—
The white-haired young man didn’t react at first and instinctively lunged at him like a mad dog. But he was imdiately struck hard in the chest, kicked back and rolling like a stray dog. Then he got up, muddied, and realized he was the last one left. Upon this realization, his heart sank uncontrollably. There was no one left to ’admire’ his valor. Who was he performing for? The enemy?
But looking at Conrad’s indifferent face and the expressionless Dark Priest beside him, it was clear they wouldn’t appreciate his heroics. A chilling coldness enveloped him, and Redi shivered suddenly. He thought about dying here, ending up like those pathetic fellows. Was that acceptable?
No, it was not acceptable. He was Redi, the most outstanding young mber besides Ecco in the group. If he died here, just another cold corpse, who would know of his past heroism?
No, he couldn’t die such a aningless death.
But there was no one left to record any of this. How he wished there was still an ally hidden in the forest. Or soone playing dead on the battlefield to record his sacrifice. Redi subconsciously told himself he wasn’t afraid of death, death ant nothing. He just didn’t want to die like those insignificant fellows. But he knew this was a luxury. In front of the Black Fire Sect, no one in the group except the leader and Lord Bujia could hide in the forest.
This thought made him inwardly conflicted. He wavering between death and a more aningful death, his expression changing constantly.
Conrad coldly watched this young man, not saying a word from start to finish. Then with a ’clang,’ he drew a dagger from the Dark Priest’s waist—Redi shivered, finally realizing death was near. But he didn’t expect Conrad wouldn’t ask a thing, asshole, he was from the Tian Ding Clan, a descendant of Knight Marko, a true noble of Erune. He struggled but imdiately felt the cold blade against his neck.
No, he didn’t want to die.
In his final mont, Redi’s heart filled with despair. The will to resist faded from his eyes. This change did not escape the young squad leader’s eyes. Conrad imdiately sheathed the dagger, pulled down the mask of the white-haired young man, and asked, "Do you want to die?"
Redi opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing tough, but found himself trembling, unable to say a word. Finally, he nodded silently—then he abruptly shook his head. His face flushed, not out of weakness, but because he didn’t even hear the other’s question clearly out of fear.
What a disgrace.
"Then I’ll ask you a question," Conrad straightened up, looking down at the young man: "The other team that traveled with you, how many were there and which direction did they go?"
Redi was stunned. If this Demon wanted core information about the Gray Wolf rcenary Group, he might have been too stubborn to give it. But since it was about that other group, he naturally saw them as common enemies. This white-haired young man subconsciously distanced himself and actually viewed them as comrades. He thought this wasn’t surrendering, just mutual cooperation.
That guy dared to teach him a lesson.
He thought angrily.
"They went northeast before your attack. There were fifteen of them, led by a young man around your age, two won were with him. He had twelve guards..." Redi paused: "They all seed to possess Silver Power, I overheard Lord Bujia and the squad leader talking about that."
He detailed everything without needing Conrad’s prompt, betraying Brand thoroughly. If Brand were here, he might have laughed in anger. He only punched Redi once, yet Conrad kicked him like a dog, and Redi seemingly forgot that thoroughly now.
Conrad and the Dark Priest exchanged glances. (To be continued, visit qidian for more Chapters, support the author, support official reading!)
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