Chapter 408 Surrender (2/2)

The Gold-Threaded Rug Monster only had two possible evolutionary routes. Also, it had an extremely limited set of abilities. It just wasn't Gao Peng's type. He then decided to give it to Huang Ya.

Huang Ya had always been loyal to him. Half a year before, Gao Peng had appointed him Head of the Harvesting Department in the Southern Sky headquarters.

The Harvesting Department was in charge of harvesting all kinds of plants and materials in the wilderness. It was a dangerous job. Anyone working in this department was a trainer of formidable strength. Only those with at least one Commander-tier familiar were qualified to work there.

Huang Ya's position was becoming more precarious with the influx of trainers in the department. He was still able to stifle the discontent people were feeling about his place in the department, but he could only hold off his detractors for so long with the reputation he had built up for himself.

Gao Peng figured that he could solve this problem once and for all by giving Huang Ya a Lord-tier familiar.

Gao Peng then looked at the red-robed apostle.

Without waiting to hear Gao Peng's proposition, the red-robed apostle said, ”I, too, would like to offer you my familiar in exchange for my life. I also happen to know the Golden Hands' secret vaults. I'll give you their combinations if you promise to let me leave this place alive.”

Unlike the golden-robed apostle, he was a veteran in the Golden Hands. Gao Peng had promised the golden-robed apostle that he wouldn't kill him. He hadn't said anything about keeping him safe from the government.

The red-robed apostle knew that the government already had the place surrounded outside. No harm would come to Gao Peng. However, a villain like himself would definitely be shot down the moment he stepped out of this place.

Having lived for so long, he had seen enough in his life to be able to take into account all eventualities of any situation.

Two minutes later...

The red-robed apostle's face had turned red like a tomato, as if he was trying to lay an egg. It wouldn't be far-fetched at this point to describe a Blood Contract as a patch of dead skin stubbornly clinging to the Mental Sea that was shared by both trainer and familiar.

”Are you done?” asked Gao Peng, raising an eyebrow.

”Almost. Just give me a bit more time...”

Ten minutes later, the red-robed apostle gave up. ”My familiar doesn't want to break its Blood Contract with me.”

The Saprophytic Earth Dragon who was still trapped inside the ice prison furiously looked at its trainer. How dare you try to give me up!

”Let's just break our Blood Contract. That way, you'll be able to find a new trainer who will take even better care of you...”

The Saprophytic Earth Dragon shook its head furiously. Sometimes, familiars were a more stubborn lot than humans. They took their connections with their trainers seriously, sometimes even more so than their Blood Contracts.

”Ah, forget it... Kill me if you must,” said the red-robed apostle with a bitter laugh. He suddenly remembered all that he had been through alongside the Saprophytic Earth Dragon.

He had signed a Blood Contract with it at the age of 58, a time when he no longer had the vigor of youth in him.

Old people generally had a harder time showing affection for their familiars. However, the Saprophytic Earth Dragon had been a ray of light in his life.

He still remembered what a tiny thing the Saprophytic Earth Dragon had been when he signed a blood contract with it. Since then, it had grown into a 30-foot-long monstrosity.

Well, I've lived a long enough life.

Even though he had braced himself for Gao Peng's killing blow, the red-robed apostle tried one last time to convince his young captor to spare his life. ”I've already tried to break my Blood Contract with my familiar. I have no wish to die here. I want to live on. I can tell you where the Golden Hands' secret vaults are, as well as the locations of our bases outside the region. I can also help you round up any surviving members of the Golden Hands. I am at your mercy. Use me as you please.” The red-robed apostle let his head hang in despair.

Then, there was silence.