He clapped his hands, then told his subordinates to drag away the corpse.
Three mercenaries remained, including Redi.
The white-haired young man saw his two companions already terrified out of their wits. It seemed that they just remembered they were in this line of work merely to fill their stomachs. In this moment, their former honor, faith, and pride established through the glorious achievements of the Gray Wolf Mercenary 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. "Come at me 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 shameful thing would be to submit to the enemy.
But Conrad seemed unable to hear him, he just took the mercenaries 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 mercenary who knelt and begged for mercy, 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 immediately 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 member 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 meaningless 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 someone playing dead on the battlefield to record his sacrifice. Redi subconsciously told himself he wasn't afraid of death, death meant 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 meaningful 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 immediately felt the cold blade against his neck.
No, he didn't want to die.
In his final moment, 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 immediately 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 something 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.
"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 Mercenary 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.
"They went northeast before your attack. There were fifteen of them, led by a young man around your age, two women were with him. He had twelve guards…" Redi paused: "They all seemed to possess Silver Power, I overheard Lord Bujia and the squad leader talking about that." The most update n0vels are published on NoveI(F)ire.net
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 www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support official reading!)