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A person could only prove their worth in a crisis: this was Keter’s philosophy when choosing his people.
Ultima, show me. Show me how capable you really are.
Ultima sent a look to Keter.
What the hell are you doing?
However, Keter just stared at him.
This guy’s trying to live life too easy. He hasn’t snapped out of it yet.
“You said you could persuade him, didn’t you? I came here trusting only you. It’s too late to back out now,” Keter said to Ultima.
“Ah... Ahem! Of course, you did.”
While pretending to clear his throat, Ultima secretly clenched his fist.
This damn bastard. So this is why he brought me here. I had a feeling things were going too smoothly.
Ultima couldn’t claim that this wasn’t true or try to explain that Keter was mistaken. If he did, there was a vague certainty that Keter might actually beat him to death. On top of that, Keter had completely shut down any ways for Ultima to escape this with his next statement.
“Grandpa Hans, what kind of punishment is given to a commoner who lies to a noble?”
“You are not officially a noble yet, my lord... but usually, their tongue is cut off.”
Suppressing Hans’ timid attempt at rebellion with a mere glance, Keter once again turned to Ultima and said, “A tongue is a weapon and armor to a merchant. I don’t think you want to lose that.”
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