Of course, just as the pitiful Zhentarim was about to boast a little and bargain for a better chance of survival, he received a brutal reality check.
The Undead who understood his background did not hesitate to tell him that Zhentil Keep had already become ruins.
Statements beginning with, "Didn't Bane tell you...?" came one after another.
It took Zhentarim only ten minutes to go from disbelief to despair.
He practically muttered to himself, "No wonder Bane sold me out so easily."
"Sounds like you held quite a high position among the Zhentarim!" Perfect Baldhead poked his head out and asked with a serious expression.
Zhentarim stared deeply at this Knight, seemingly a Halfling, who had just smashed away all their escape routes with a single shield strike. "When I left Zhentil Keep, Fzoul Chembryl had formally broken with the Black Lord Altar. As an orthodox follower of Bane, logically, I should have stood with the Black Lord Altar, the legitimate church.
But as Prince Manshoon's cousin, and someone involved with the Zhentarim under their leadership, I couldn't become their enemy.
So when Bane sought someone willing to travel far away—mainly to Lurk in another world—I volunteered.
So... all of that is gone now?"
"Oh, Priest Fzoul was ultimately the winner. Although he tricked every Priest of Bane in Zhentil Keep into the mess, the benefits he brought Bane were the greatest.
Since you became Bane's chosen, you should know his temperament.
Even toward someone who had once tried to betray him, as long as they could bring him greater benefits than before, he would not settle old scores for a while. He might even treat them very well.
Even if they died, they could still receive revival."
Zhentarim's face was pale from blood loss, yet his expression was incredibly