"My lord, the Red Skull Pirates plundered a great deal of wealth and cargo. Although some has already been sold through certain channels, at least half remains. It is an enormous fortune, and I am willing to offer all of it to you!"
"And the island we occupy, though small at only twenty square kilometers, could also be developed. I offer that to you as well!"
Hearing Xilode's words, Romon smiled again, his face brimming with amusement. "Do you think I still lack money?" he asked.
Romon had yet to fully absorb the wealth he had already gathered. The three varieties of fruit would become local specialties, and with Far-Sail Port's trade revenue on top of that, he truly had no shortage of money!
Xilode could no longer smile. "If even that fails to interest you, then I have nothing left to offer," he said bitterly.
He had overridden everyone's objections and come ashore to meet Romon for this one chance at survival.
Now that his hopes had been dashed, he had no intention of fleeing.
It was not merely that he had nowhere to run. More importantly, who was standing before him?
An Archdruid who had reportedly reached the nineteenth level, capable of casually casting spells that could sink an entire pirate ship!
If I'm going to die no matter what, I might as well face it with some dignity!
He had previously thought Romon was sounding him out by speaking to him like this, hoping to extract greater benefits. Now, however, it seemed Romon might not care for those offerings at all.
"To be honest, you have already swayed me. I don't want to kill you. You are a capable man, and I can see that you have some experience and skill in naval affairs and planning. Killing