So who are they? What do they want to do?
Kokin was pondering this question, but suddenly it got darker, and the human and Silver Elf who had captured him earlier were now standing before him. The Lizard-man officer swallowed hard. His eyes darted around, and if there was any chance of survival, he was willing to grasp it at any cost.
But the key is, how can he save his life?
While he was contemplating this profound question, Brand was also staring at him. Because Amber Sword was not a game that played by the rules. In fact, the players who transitioned from past PC, next-generation consoles only figured this out after suffering great losses.
Of course, these experiences were gradually passed down, and Brand, having gone through the virtual era, naturally learned how to adapt to the rules of this world.
He initially stood in front of the Lizard-man officer, scrutinizing the other party, and then smiled slightly.
He squatted down in front of Kokin, extended his hand to pat the other’s rough, elongated face, and gently said, "I know," he said, "you’re trying to guess what I’m going to ask, and then you want to tell me everything you know, and then beg me to spare your life, right?"
Kokin opened his mouth wide—revealing over a hundred sharp teeth—right now he felt like he was ready to fend off any enemy, but hadn’t expected to be hit in the face like a dog eating mud. The Lizard-man shook his head, unable to understand how this human knew what he was thinking, or did the other party possess the ability to read minds?
But if the other party really had this ability, wouldn’t that mean that his one chance to save his life was now nonexistent? Kokin couldn’t help but tremble. Retreating in fear, he didn’t expect to live, all he hoped was that these terrifying enemies would not torture him extensively before his death. He could not help but alertly watch Brand with his rhomboid pupils.
"You’re afraid?" Brand asked again.
As he said these words, he heard a low chuckle from behind him. He recognized the voices of Romantic and Antitina, and those of the Wild Elf sisters. Then most of the Rubis Mercenaries joined in. Brand couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed, thinking, at least give me some face, can’t you see I’m working here?
It was a helpless situation, the first time he said this to the Lizard-man, everyone present was astonished. But after the second time, and even now the third, everyone discovered that their Lord was merely bluffing. But maybe they didn’t understand that Brand was neither using mind-reading nor pretending to be mystical, he had just dealt with too many robbers and bandits NPCs, knowing their basic reactions like the back of his hand. Which NPCs had integrity, and which did not, Brand was fully aware.
But this Lizard-man Kokin clearly had no room to care about others right now. He was utterly frightened by Brand, almost convinced that this human was a Wizard, a terrifying Wizard who could see through people’s hearts. Of course, a shred of doubt remained, but then Brand stood up and pulled out a Ruby from his bosom, pointing it at him slightly, and said, "Why don’t you try answering my questions?"
Kokin, half believing and half doubting, opened his mouth and found that no sound came out. Though his mouth was moving, not a single sound was emitted. This text is hosted at NoveIＦire.net
Kokin was genuinely terrified this time. Although Wizards of this era were far less mysterious than in the chaotic ages, in the hearts of the people of these remote mountainous regions, they still wielded terrifying powers. Kokin couldn’t help but stare blankly at Brand, unable to understand why the other party had ’stolen’ his voice.
But Brand clasped the Ruby, retrieving the Silence Technique, and looked at the gemstone’s energy—6 charges left—then he put the gemstone away and said sternly to the Lizard-man: "You see, I can take away your ability to speak, and I can give it back to you. The voice is part of the soul, I can take not only your voice but also your soul."
The young man’s voice turned cold: "Flesh decays, but the soul endures. Therefore, the punishment and pain of the body are often short-lived, but did you know how it feels when your soul is forever tormented in fire?"
Kokin shivered, quickly shaking his head.
Brand smiled gently, squatted down, and pressed his forehead, saying, "So what if you do me a favor?"
The Lizard-man nodded frantically.
"You said they retreated southwest?"
"Yes, sir. My men saw them retreating along the southwest valley from the mountainside, I don’t know if they discovered us..."
When Kokin pushed open the door to the hall belonging to He Youji’er, he saw a colleague of his reporting something to their leader who was sitting on a high chair in the center. This scene made him somewhat anxious, but ultimately, survival instincts prevailed. He took a deep breath, organized his thoughts, and walked forward.
And the Lizard-man who was reporting at that moment seemed to have finished his piece. At He Youji’er’s signal, he turned, passed by Kokin, and left the hall. Our Lizard-man officer did not dare look back, nor did he dare meet He Youji’er’s eyes. In such circumstances, he could only lower his head—but he immediately recognized from the number of boots on the carpet that there were two extra people in this hall.
In fact, he knew these two people; they were humans, but seemed to have some connections with his leader. Kokin had seen these two guys yesterday afternoon, but he knew that was the leader’s business, he didn’t dare to ask much.
He silently recited what Brand had told him, swearing to Martha that he had never been so earnest even when reciting prayer texts.
That human Wizard’s threatening words still echoed in his ears, his life hung in the balance.
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