"What we want to do depends on how you cooperate with us," Sean said.
After a brief ideological struggle, Oliver's mood began to change...
It was obvious that he had expected such an outcome today, so after taking a short deep breath, his emotions seemed to slowly calm down.
"Are you from the Imperial Army?"
"These are not things you should inquire about. Either you cooperate with us or meet your brothers directly in the cell... It's a pity that one of the best mercenary groups in the capital has done so many things. The prestige that has been built up over more than ten years may disappear from the entire capital tomorrow." Sean said seriously.
The more famous a person is, the more he or she fears losing his or her status.
That is not only his own hard work, but also often the proof of his life span for so many years. If the things he has spent so much time and risked his life to accumulate are gone in an instant.
That's a big blow to those who own it!
"What do you want?" Oliver began to ask tentatively.
"We heard you've met the employers for the Mercenary Guild missions, and I need you to tell us all about them."
"Then what can I get? I'll be locked up like a lamb to be slaughtered?" Oliver is worthy of being an old mercenary. Even at this time, he wants to try to negotiate terms.
"You mean we still need to negotiate with you? You'd better understand your position. If you answer honestly, you might be able to survive. Otherwise..."
"You don't have to threaten me. I remember your voice. You're the witch who knows thorn magic."
Mi'er was about to retort when the other party interrupted her.
"There are very few people who can use this kind of magic, but I have heard of a few of them before... and since you are from the Imperial Army, you know who they are without any doubt," Oliver continued, probing.
OK~
It seems that this person doesn't want to talk anymore.
Sean hates people who like to play tricks the most, especially those who do so in front of him.
They can clearly see each other's emotional fluctuations, but they still like to show off their skills...
"Kill him." He said suddenly.
Even Banier and the others didn't expect Sean to be so decisive.
"Even if he doesn't tell, the rest of the Wild Hunt will. He's probably not the only one who met his employer. We can then turn a blind eye to their actions. As long as the one who confesses the truth becomes the next leader, that's all."
These people really don't understand their own position clearly before they start speaking nonsense. Do they really think that they can turn the relationship around by just saying a few words?
You’ve heard too many stories!
"I understand." Latina said.
He stabbed the opponent's shoulder with a sword, neatly and decisively.
"Wait, wait... Sir. I said, I said everything..." Oliver, with his eyes blindfolded, could not see his wound at all. He just felt a sharp pain in his chest and then the sword had pierced his body.
"I'll tell you everything. I'll tell you everything I saw."
"You're only telling me now? It's too late!"
Perhaps it's because he has been in a high position for too long. Although there are people who try to be smart, Sean doesn't like people who try to play Tai Chi when asking questions.
So stupid.
Especially when there is such a huge disparity in positions.
"Even if you didn't say it, we know it's 'stranger'."
The sound came from outside the door.
Sean looked up and saw Lucille walking in.
The original "anger!" emotion above his head disappeared, and he looked at the situation inside the inner room with "curiosity!"
"So you already knew it, so why are you asking me?"
Sean was also confused at this moment. It turned out that Lucille knew about this.
"If I tell you everything about my employer..." he said, looking at the other person.
stranger.
This is a code name.
In fact, there are many titles like this in the mercenary world. Sometimes people with nicknames like "Sword Master" or "Pretender" will continue to use such names when traveling, and "Stranger" is one of them.
"I only remember that he was very capable. Before I saw him, I once suspected that their mission was a joke, or that the military wanted to deal with those unruly mercenaries. But the ability he showed was very strong. He was at least level 16 or above." Oliver was finally honest at this time and began to explain what happened that day.
People above level sixteen do have some strength.
Apart from the senior generals of the Imperial Army, ordinary troops would not have people of this level.
"Then you're going to take it?"
"No, we didn't accept this mission at all... because we knew the consequences would be serious." Sean could see that the other party was trying to cover it up, but it was true that they didn't accept it.
Otherwise they would be in the cell right now!
"At the time, we thought this mission was too risky, but the price they offered was very tempting, equivalent to the total income of our mercenary group in the past ten years."
"So you guys want to take it?"
"No, not at all. We were not involved from the beginning to the end. I can swear on my life that no one from the Wild Hunt Mercenaries participated in this mission to rob the tribute, but they even provided a very attractive escape route..."
"You want to cross the sea to the southern continent, right?" Lucille suddenly interrupted Oliver.
"You even know this!"
Sean looked at Lucille, who proudly took a small bottle from her hand and placed it in his own.
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