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"Since the three of you share the same stance, I'll give you a choice."

Leaning on the Blood Staff hung with bells, Gilan slowly put on his hat like a gentleman setting out on a trip.

Then he turned and addressed the representatives from the Star Hermit Society and the Spirit Society who had come for the wager.

His expression was calm, and his tone mild.

"You may join forces and come at me together, but I won't hold back anymore... Either you die, or you win. There will be only one outcome."

"Of course, there is another choice."

"I choose the other one!"

Before Gilan could finish, the bald Nassim spoke first.

He coughed, then added:

"There's no need to keep fighting..."

As he spoke, Nassim turned to glance at the two female magicians from the Spirit Society. Both nodded.

"Just as Mr. Gilan said, our stances are aligned. There is no need to fight to the death. No matter which side wins this wager, I believe the final outcome will benefit us all."

Nassim said.

"And we must thank Mr. Gilan for showing us mercy earlier... On behalf of the Star Hermit Society, I concede this wager."

"Our Spirit Society concedes as well."

The long-haired female magician echoed him.

At this, Gilan merely smiled.

He was not surprised by this outcome.

The three ancient secret cults shared the same interests and all leaned more toward the Bremen Empire. No matter which side won the wager, it was an acceptable result.

Of course, this compromise only came after they had witnessed Gilan's strength firsthand. Otherwise, Nassim and the two female magicians would never have given up so easily.

But now, they had completely lost the confidence to fight Gilan.

Since the outcome was acceptable, why throw away their lives?