Chapter 243 - The Proposal (1/2)

Evan led Nessa away from the battlefield. Now the vampires had lost their strongest fighter, but now Evan could not take part in the battle either. Considering the power of his blows, he was no weaker than Nessa, even though she had two flames on her platform.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

A few blows sounded in the distance, and only after a while made the noise dies down. But, by then, no one was paying attention to Evan and Nessa's battle. Bas thought it was a good moment to attack. The vampire leader was gone, and even though the vampires outnumbered them, the mages had to cope.

”Kill them all and save Miss Laila. Use your strongest spells!” Bas said loudly and swung his staff and sent a wave of ice toward the vampires.

The vampires under attack were frozen to the ground. They weren't dead, but they needed time to get out of the trap, but no one was going to give them that opportunity. A tall man walked over and chopped the two vampires to pieces with his fire axe. He was one of the men who had decided to help Viscount Pol during the banquet.

In just a minute, the unsuccessful and very short negotiations turned into a full-blown battle. But, two men were busy doing something else at that moment.

...

Bam. Bam. Bam.

Evan unleashed another blow on Nessa. The girl flew aside and crashed her back into the wall. She quickly got up and was about to strike, but Evan ducked quickly and, hitting Nessa in the stomach, said, ”No need to attack. You have a chance to convince me not to kill you. I have a proposition for you.”

Nessa spat a clot of blood and said stiffly, ”What?! What are you talking about, you fucking psycho! I'm going to tear you to pieces right now!”

She wasn't going to listen to Evan. He humiliated her and broke a few bones with a few punches. For the last minute, she felt like a punching bag. As a strong vampire, Nessa wasn't used to putting up with something like that.

Evan didn't say anything back. His spatial ring glowed, and a simple, wooden chair appeared beside him. Evan sat down on it as if nothing had happened, and with his hands folded together, he stared intently at Nessa.

He pulled another chair out of the ring and said, ”Sit down.”

Nessa didn't understand what was going on. To her, it all seemed like some kind of joke or insanity. Evan decided to hurry Nessa up and coldly said, ”If you don't sit down now, I'm going to chop your legs off. I think they'll grow back pretty quickly.”

<What's going on here? It's very strange, but he seems to be serious... If he wanted to kill me, he wouldn't have offered any negotiations. Moreover, he purposely took me away from the battle. I don't understand...”>.

Doubts tormented Nessa, but in the end, she decided to sit in her chair. Evan could safely continue to attack her with crushing blows. She could only fight back with bloody stakes.

Evan nodded and calmly said, ”Let's cut to the chase. I think you noticed that some of the blows looked very strange. I didn't mean to kill you, I still need you alive, and you do have a chance to save not only your life, but the lives of your comrades.”

”What? Do you really think you could kill me?” Nessa said with a sneer. She didn't want to believe that a mage who was two flames weaker than her could kill her.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Suddenly Evan's aura significantly increased, and Nessa felt incredible pressure. Evan's left eye turned to gold, and he looked at her coldly. It was a silent, final warning. Evan gave Nessa one last chance to make things right.

Nessa gulped and said, ”What do you mean? Why are you even doing this?”

She realized that Evan really could have killed her, and so she decided to move to negotiate. Nessa instinctively felt that if Evan needed it, he would kill her, even if he had to pay a high price for it.

”As I said, you have a chance to survive and save your comrades. In order to do that, you must convince me of it. Otherwise, I will rip your head off and kill your comrades. I will ask simple questions, and you answer yes or no.”

Nessa nodded silently, and Evan said, ”Those bloody spikes you called for in the banquet hall. Was that a skill?”