"Oh?"
Velin looked surprised at those words. He could not help leaning forward as he said, "I never expected you to be so capable."
Yurick remained kneeling and did not rise or answer.
"Could you clear something up for me? How did you lead your team in escaping successfully from that Low-Gold Black Asia Orc and ultimately make it here?"
"Lord Eternal Dawn Knight, may I refuse to answer?"
The moment he said that, Yurick immediately regretted it. Cold sweat streamed down his face.
The Shia Beastman Officer standing nearby, willingly acting as a servant, wore a look of horror when he heard this. He merely lowered his head, and no one noticed his expression.
He had not expected this human to be so bold. Even if Lord Eternal Dawn Knight had said those words, he should not have taken them seriously. He was truly courting death at the wrong time.
The other four adventurers were trembling as well, their eyes filled with different emotions—struggle and fear. Yet they all shared the same thought: would they die first, or would their captain die before them?
"Lord Eternal Dawn Knight."
The purple-haired young man seated farther back stood and respectfully bowed to Velin, who sat at the head of the room. "I am willing to offer a treasure in exchange for your forgiveness of Captain Yurick."
Velin looked the purple-haired young man up and down before slowly saying, "Let's hear it."
Seeing this, the purple-haired young man reached both hands behind his head before everyone and removed the pendant he wore.
The next moment, a faint glow emerged, and gentle light enveloped the purple-haired young man.
O'dor, seated on the left, narrowed his eyes at the transformation before him, as though recalling something.
Noticing the change in her husband's expression, Flora