Chapter 251: Getting Along with Death (2/2)

In comparison, it was not unusual for the silly-looking Flatfish Swordsman who had survived countless near-death situations to develop such monstrous swordcraft!

“Why…”

Gerald’s throat felt dry even as he realized the sheer magnificence of his opponent, knowing then that the Flatfish Swordsman was holding back in their duel-or he would have been instakilled. “Why would a powerful person like you serve an ordinary traveling merchant? How much does he pay you for his services? Lancaster can double it!”

“I’m sorry, but I’m just not interested in serving the whims of nobility.”

Mufasa might have bumblingly agreed in the past since Gerald wasn’t asking that he convert, but that he joins Lancaster as a mercenary.

Even so, after he had witnessed for himself their willful arrogance and contempt, Mufasa no longer saw nobles in a favorable light. That was why he would so determinedly refuse the offer.

He turned to leave the courtyard, although he turned toward the ragged Gerald at the gates while ignoring the stunned looks of the two guards standing on both sides of the gate.

“Another word of advice: Mister Marni Wilf isn’t just some traveling merchant. If I often face death, he is one who gets along with death.”

With that, Mufasa left the courtyard, his last words to Gerald wafting in the wind. “You’re ending yourself if really do provoke him, remember that.”

Meanwhile, Gerald froze where he was, disbelief etched in full over his face.

There was no telling how many times he was left in disbelief on this day, and he could well use up that emotion for the rest of his life.

That traveling merchant who looked so weak as if any bandit would kill him was that impressive?Gerald returned inside the mayor’s residence dejectedly, but those inside had already known the outcome of the duel after watching from the balcony.

Whether it was because she thought that Gerald had embarrassed her or because Marni wasn’t giving in to her, the noblewoman had a troubled look on her face.

And when he saw Marni’s unfathomable smile, Gerald felt a chill when he remembered the Flatfish Swordsman’s advice.

He hung his head, steel his heard and seethed. “I’ve lost. I will leave the Temple of Glory!”

“Gerald… you should reconsider,” the noblewoman said with a frown.

She then turned to money and spoke pleadingly, “Gerald is still young. Could you forgive his rudeness, Mister Marni?”

“I’m sorry, but the deed has been signed and not even I could break its power. And you would know that us merchants value deeds the most.”

Marni shrugged and replied helplessly. “And you shouldn’t be asking me that-it’s up to the God of War to forgive him.”