[My fucking god, why not claim that I’m your grandfather too, you stupid fool!] Brendel already regained his senses and started to curse Redi in his mind.
Makarov still managed to make use of him even though he escaped to the east to avoid such a situation from developing. He took a deep breath and penned it down inside his mind. When he had the time, he would visit Lantonrand and get the score even. Right now, he needed to deal with the dolt in front of him.
[I’ll probably lose ten years of my life if I have to talk with this crazy person any longer.]
But before he had the chance to speak, Sanford had already cut into the conversation: “So to sum it up Redi, you joined hands with the Paper Cards Commander, Conrad?”
Brendel turned to look at Sanford, only to witness his calm face with a pair of cold eyes. The latter did not have much expression on him, except that he was mildly disappointed. Brendel did not think this friendly youth had a steely side to him.
Redi was surprised by Sanford’s words. He looked at his former allies who were glaring at him with anger, then back at Sanford’s gaze who made him shrink back.
But these angry gazes stoked his feelings to resist and he scoffed coldly: “It’s that simple. Can’t you see that Makarov has abandoned us? The old fucker had only treated us like usable pawns. Why should I continue to work for him? Why can’t I choose a better option?”
“Thus you came over to kill us and display your loyalty to your new owner?” Sanford’s voice was biting: “I am your best friend. These men and women were once your comrades. Makarov had wronged you, have we wrong you too?”
Redi was silenced.
He gritted his teeth and hesitated for a while. He struggled to find a reply as he answered with a guilty heart: “I didn’t wish to kill you in the first place. If you join me, I’ll still treat you like my comrades.”
“I don’t want your pity!” Sanford replied in disgust: “I treated you as my best friend because I thought you had the sense to do the right thing. I must truly be blind not to see for what you are!”
“We’re the same as well!” The remaining Grey Wolves Mercenaries spoke bitterly.
Brendel watched the scene unfold in front of him, but he was constantly on the alert to see if the situation changed. However, Sanford suddenly turned and bowed to him.
“Ser Brendel, Redi is right in saying that Makarov had abandoned us. The old commander had treated us like family for over a decade, whatever hatred that we have is negated by that fact. From this moment forth, we are a group of pitiful worms who is being hunted right now. If you would lend a hand to save us, we will pledge ourselves to you and fulfill whatever task that you have for us. We merely wish to live.”
Brendel was slightly surprised and he looked at the rest of the mercenaries, and realized that the refugees more or less accepted Sanford’s suggestion. It was clear that the youth had conside
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