"Had to say, you were even more outstanding than I'd imagined." Richard faced Noan.
"Perhaps we could talk again?" Richard said seriously. "I can provide the resources you want and help you solve the problems you encounter, in exchange for your service."
"To be honest, I really don't want to kill you right now. After all, I don't see many people like you. It would be better if I could keep you around."
After speaking, Richard looked at Noan.
Noan frowned deeply as if pondering something, his gaze shifting toward Barry, who was hiding in the corner.
Barry's body jolted, his eyes widening in a fierce reaction. If not for his lack of strength, he truly would have cursed out loud.
Wh-what was going on?! He had already made such huge concessions just now, and they still hadn't reached an agreement? Weren't things going fine? Why were they suddenly turning hostile again? They had been fighting for so long—could they really shake hands and make peace, then turn around and kill him? No, absolutely not.
"Gulp!"
Barry swallowed hard. He looked at Richard, his eyes flickering as though he were struggling internally.
The next moment, he hardened his heart and dropped to one knee with a bang—one knee only, because he felt that, as a Wizard, he still needed some dignity. Kneeling on one knee represented submission; kneeling on both meant begging for mercy, which was far too humiliating.
Remaining on one knee, Barry looked up at Richard, gathered his words, forced out a smile, and said, "Well... there were too many people in the plaza outside just now, so it wasn't convenient to say too much. Here, there are fewer people, so I can tell the truth.
Actually, I can give way a little more. As long as you