Agree, OR... refuse!
These two choices pointed toward two very different futures.
If he bet right, the future would be bright. But if he bet wrong... he would be doomed beyond redemption!
Neither Viktor nor the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group would tolerate a noble who dared to compete with them for power.
Especially not when that noble's bloodline belonged to one of the royal families of the Aeldari Empire!
"Lord Verillion, I've already shown you my sincerity." Alvin smiled, like a devil tempting someone into damnation.
"I... I know..." He paused, then continued, "Verillion struggled to speak. His mouth felt terribly dry, and his heart wavered. "But this is too dangerous. I... need to think it over!"
Although he had already witnessed the depth of this remarkable Rogue Trader's resources, he was still a little worried.
After all, this was no small matter!
In the Dark City of Commorragh, staging a coup to seize power was the gravest crime of all.
If he failed, even as a Blood entertainer, he wouldn't get off lightly. He might even suffer an even worse fate!
That was exactly why Verillion hesitated.
He knew all too well the tortures employed by the Blood entertainers and the Kabal. If he fell into their hands, he would wish he were dead!
Seeing how spineless Verillion looked, Alvin sighed in exasperation.
He had practically put the food right in the old man's mouth, yet the old fool was still cowering, afraid of this and that.
Honestly, if he'd had anyone else to turn to, he would have gone to them already!
He couldn't even seize the opportunity right in front of him. No wonder the Durukari family had fallen into decline. The man had no guts at all.
"Lord Verillion, I need to remind you once more."