501 Survival Rate
"Hmm?" Gore's eyes landed on Adam, who was standing at the back of the crowd, looking back at him with a nervous smile.
It's that strange kid again, he thought to himself.
Ever since he had first laid eyes on this youth, Gore had always found him very weird. But he couldn't quite put a finger on it for so reason.
"Go ahead, boy." He gestured. "What is your question?"
Adam walked toward the front with calm strides, seemingly feigning confidence. But his trembling hands gave him away.
First, he placed his right hand on his chest and respectfully bowed toward the Rank 2 Magus.
"My lord, I believe we are being hasty in our approach," he said respectfully.
A handful of people in the crowd nodded their heads ever so slightly. Quite a lot of them shared the sa sentint as Adam, however, they were afraid to voice their opinions.
Gore's eyes narrowed and he coldly muttered, "Are you saying my plan is flawed?"
Adam hurriedly waved his hands. "Not at all, my lord. You misunderstood !"
He paused for a mont before taking a deep breath and continuing, "Your plan is perfect for the most part. It's just that… I believe the plan to kill those foul creatures will have a higher success rate if all of us were given ti to prepare.
"Just as you said, countless wolves are guarding the periter of the Howlett Estate. This is the first hurdle that we have to cross. Not to ntion the four werewolves, it will be extrely difficult for us to take them on.
"And this is assuming we have zero casualties after we've taken care of the horde of wolves. If we were to rush to battle tomorrow, I fear there would be significant casualties amongst us!"
After he had finished speaking, the rcenaries and Magi turned to look at Gore and finally found the courage to speak up.
"M-My lord, I believe his judgnt is sound!"
"If we were given so ti to prepare, our survival rate would definitely increase!"
"That's right, my lord!"
"Please give us ti to sharpen our skills!"
"And then we ride into battle under your lead!"
Seeing everyone present slowly chi in one by one, Adam lowered his head, hiding the smirk blooming on his face.
Hehe, if everyone present shares the sa opinion, it will be hard for Gore to reject their pleas. After all, he needs them just as much as they need him, he thought.
No matter how greedy he is about the treasures that lay hidden in the ruins, he can't wage war alone. He needs everyone's support!
There was no way Adam would let Gore's plan of attacking the Howlett Estate on the following day co to fruition.
After all, he still hadn't finished concocting the potion he was working on. There was no way he would allow anyone to go into the heart of the Weeping Woods until and unless he had concluded his experints.
Seeing that everyone was agreeing with what Adam had said, Gore couldn't help but glance at him with slightly hostile eyes.
Although he knew what the youth had said was rational, he felt like he had been undermined by him in front of so many people.
Furthermore, it also didn't help that he wanted to get his hands on the treasure as soon as possible. However, he couldn't go against everyone's wishes.
He needed their strength, after all.
Thus, he took a deep breath to calm himself down. He glanced at everyone present and smiled in a friendly manner. "Alright, I have heard your concerns."
Then, he looked at Adam and said with the sa smile, "And they're indeed valid. I will give you exactly one week to prepare. After that, we will lay siege to the Howlett Estate."
"As expected of Magus Darkmore!"
"He is a great leader!"
"That's right!"
"He truly is a kind and understanding man!"
"I would follow him into any battle!"
The people rejoiced in the fact that they no longer had to rush for battle the following day. Moreover, they felt that one week was more than enough to prepare for the fight against the wolves.
Seeing that everyone was sincerely praising him, Gore couldn't help but smirk. He quite liked attention. "Everyone, please do your best in the upcoming battle. I will be relying on you."
Inwardly, he had deep sinister intentions as he thought to himself, One week… prepare as much as you want. I will be relying on you to pave the road for …
The road to the Mana Vortex Rank!
Suddenly, Adam raised his hand, grabbing everyone's attention. Gore turned to look at him, wondering what it was that he was about to say now.
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"What is it?" He asked flatly.
"My lord…" Adam fidgeted with his fingers, struggling to speak.
"Spit it out!" Gore growled in frustration.
Adam nervously gulped before replying, "My lord… one week won't be enough."
A strange silence perated the room. Everyone was looking at Adam with dumbfounded expressions.
Only one thought echoed inside their minds.
Does this young man not value his life?!
He had already spoken up against the orders of a Rank 2 Magus. This could be considered courageous, to so extent.
However, choosing to do so again was simply foolish!
They shifted their gaze to Gore and it was indeed as they had expected. The man was seething with rage!
A terrifying aura started to emanate from the burly, middle-aged man. He glared at Adam, speaking in a tone that was filled with killing intent, "You don't seem to know your place, boy. Looks like I must make an example out of you."
With that said, he slowly walked toward Adam. Everyone hurriedly scattered, afraid of coming in the way of an enraged Mana Liquefaction Magus.
Adam appeared extrely flustered as he retreated a few steps. "M-My lord, please hear out!"
"I've heard enough already," Gore coldly stated as he approached the youth.
"I'm a Herbalist, my lord!" Adam scread in fear and anxiousness. "If you give more ti, I promise I can further increase our group's survival rate!"
Gore stopped in his footsteps and asked with narrowed eyes, "How?"
Heh, gotcha! Adam sneered inwardly.
"I can concoct a large batch of Potions of Explosions for everyone! Two weeks… T-That's all I need! Please give two weeks!"
The second chap will be delayed...
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