Chapter Thirty-Nine: I Choose Death!

The conditions were so tempting that Kotma really had the urge to agree at that moment.

But before he could open his mouth and see the eyes of his comrades and subordinates full of expectation and trust, Cottma couldn't say the words of agreement.

"Master, you're not going to say yes, are you? ”

A sword furnace town warrior couldn't help but speak so that Kotema swallowed hard, and swallowed the words that had already reached his mouth with difficulty, and after some entanglement, he nodded vigorously and replied very firmly:

"Yes, don't worry, I've taken you to where you are now, and I won't leave you alone no matter what. ”

After saying this, Kotma seemed to have thrown away a heavy burden on his shoulders, and suddenly felt refreshed, and his temperament unconsciously became tall and majestic.

After receiving the reassuring and admiring gazes of his comrades, Cottma smiled and nodded, then turned his head and said to Memphis in a deep voice with that grim expression that had recovered:

"Memphis, I admit you're right, if you really want to stay on the mainland and continue your business, you will never treat me badly, but what about my comrades-in-arms?

Memphis was undoubtedly dissatisfied with Cottma's answer, but as a businessman, he would not express this emotion and affect his already somewhat tortuous negotiations.

So he pursed his lips, spread his hands, and replied very casually:

"What else can there be? Of course I killed them all, I still want to live on the mainland as a normal businessman, but I don't want to end up being chased and killed by the whole continent because someone informed, if that's the case, I might as well flee to the abyss, at least there won't be any danger to my life." ”

Memphis's words, though casual, seem like casual complaints, but the meaning of them could not be more obvious.

He wouldn't let go of anyone other than Kotema, even if Kotema used himself as a price, and if Kotema didn't know how to lift, he would rather kill Kotema together.

Cortma, who had worked with him for so long, knew a lot about the ruthlessness behind this seemingly amiable businessman, and he understood that the more Memphis spoke like this, the more firm he was in what he said.

But these warriors were brought by themselves, and they rushed here with them because they believed in themselves, so how could Kotma live up to their trust and give up their lives for the sake of his own survival.

If he did that, how could he be worthy of the women and children who were still in the camp believing in him, the soldiers who died for this counteroffensive plan that he had proposed, and the priesthood boys who stood up for themselves and others who had nothing to do with it.

So even though he knew that Memphis was expressing his thoughts in this way, there was little more possibility, but after gritting his teeth, Kotma decided to persuade him.

"But...... But you can accept them in the same way as you accept me, and let them give their souls to you, so that you don't have to worry about someone telling you. ”

Speaking of which, Cotma was afraid that Memphis would refuse, and worked hard to plan for Memphis:

"And they are all very useful talents, the young people in Sword Furnace Town are all excellent blacksmiths, and there are even a few swordsmiths who are close to the high level, with their help, your career will definitely be strengthened, and these mercenaries are also extremely powerful, with their allegiance, you don't have to bother to organize a convoy to protect your property and caravan." ”

"And in that case, I'll do my best for you to save their lives. ”

"So instead of killing them and turning them into a pile of useless corpses, it is better to make full use of their value and discover every possible value, isn't this the motto of your merchants?"

In order to get Memphis to accept his request, Ketma was already groveling, and his originally bold face was full of flattering smiles, which were so funny, so humble, so ridiculous, but except for Memphis, no one else laughed, but was a little grateful and sad.

Because they knew that Cottma would grovel to this point for the sake of his own people, otherwise, with his importance to Memphis, if he wanted to surrender, he could have put on a stand and use his advantage to negotiate the terms with Memphis, where would he be able to use this appearance.

But even though Kotma had done this and said all the good things and benefits, he still couldn't move Memphis to revise the decision he had made.

Memphis laughed at the appearance of Cotmana's servile face, and there was endless mockery and sarcasm in that laugh.

"You want to protect them, my dear Master Kotma, you are really interesting, you didn't say a word when I executed those relatives and friends who were implicated by your accidental leak, why are you willing to gamble with your life for these strangers who have been with you for less than a month, can it be said that your conscience has awakened with the promotion of your skills?"

"Yes, my conscience has awakened, Memphis, please, promise to come, as long as you are willing to let them live, I am willing to give you all the rest of my life. ”

At this point, Kotma was already really on his knees, his face full of pleading and expectation.

"It is good that my conscience has awakened, my dear Master Kotma. Looking playfully at the Cottma who was kneeling down to him, a cruel sneer pulled out at the corner of Memphis's mouth: "But what does that have to do with me, why should I change my mind for the sake of your ridiculous conscience." ”

"These people must die! Only with their lives, flesh and soul, can I take the bait of my target, without their lure, I can't lure my master out, in that case, do you want me to rush into the abyss and forcibly devour it head-on?"

Memphis's words were fierce and resolute, full of unequivocal firmness, which made Cottma realize that his efforts had been in vain.

So he stood up, pointed at Memphis, and shouted angrily, "Memphis, if you insist on that, don't be delusional about my allegiance." ”

"Whatever you want, Cottma, I've given you enough patience, and now I'll tell you one last time, surrender or die, you have no extra conditions to talk about. ”

"Enough, Memphis, I'll tell you one last time, if I'm not willing to spare us all, then I'd rather choose death!"

The grim-faced Cottma looked at Memphis coldly, with the same identification and determination in his eyes. (To be continued.) )