"You're right. I'm going to send you to the knight order, but unfortunately, I don't intend to pay those ten silver coins to your parents. Of course, ten silver coins can't make up for your life, so if you want to live, you'll have to satisfy me from now on. Otherwise, I'll have you executed according to the understanding among nobles."
"Then just kill me. This is torture."
Falan said weakly.
Aurelian actually took out a dagger and placed it in front of Falan.
"The knife is right here. The choice is yours. Make the best of it."
With a smile, Aurelian got up and left.
But Falan, lying on the ground, stared at the dagger before him, his eyes full of struggle. He dragged his hand slowly toward the handle, and just as he was about to touch it, he froze, hesitating. In the end, he slowly pulled his hand back.
He cursed himself silently: "Falan, you cowardly bastard. You don't even dare to kill yourself."
Aurelian glanced back quietly at Falan, who had given up. The corner of his mouth curled up in a pleased smile.
Hah, rebellious teenager!
"Alright, everyone, don't be afraid. I can understand how you feel with empty stomachs, but unfortunately, none of you are going to get a meal. After all, you're acting worse than starving dogs. I think it's necessary to change that."
Aurelian shouted at the boys, who were crouching on the ground with their heads in their hands, trembling.
"My lord?"
Hume had already gotten up and was straightening his clothes. He looked at Aurelian with confusion, not understanding what his lord was planning.
In his view, the best thing to do now was send all these fellows to the knight order and let Knight Commander Master train them.
But