Chapter 1038 Threats and Inducements

Although Uzov Gantia wanted to be more tactful in his words, for the glass-hearted nobles, disobeying them meant that it was an unpardonable sin. The baron in front of me was no exception. But he didn't grin like a cat with explosive hair. Instead, he showed a sinister and indifferent gaze, stared at Uzov for a while, and then said:

"What if we change our approach and use your life, President, in exchange for that magician to serve me. Do you think your master would be willing to give up such a valuable follower like you?"

"Yes, please don't doubt it."

"ah?"

Uzov answered without hesitation, but the Baron didn't know how to answer. He just looked at the person in front of him blankly.

However, although Uzov felt helpless about what he said, he did not show any regret or regret. He just said calmly: "Sir, let me give you an analogy. If I threaten the lives of the three servants behind you and ask you to hand over your noble title, territory, wife, daughter, and family heirlooms, will you agree?" "

The baron, the two warriors and a deacon standing behind him all shook their heads subconsciously. But then everyone realized something was wrong, and the Baron argued even more angrily: "This is different. You are not a guard or a user of the family, but a man who has mastered a technical guild and has such great power. Such value, Where can the average follower compare."

Although the baron spoke unscrupulously and belittled the people he brought with him. But they seemed not to notice the contempt in the words, and instead paid more attention to Uzov's reaction.

Uzov, who was stared at by several grown men, chuckled and said, "Thank you for your love and respect for me. But you also said that the key point is indeed value. But have you ever thought that value depends on people?" The difference is that not everyone is the same. The technical guild that seems valuable to you is just a dispensable thing to my master. What many people think is valuable may not be the same in the eyes of a magician. There is just a little difference, including my life."

Uzov's unspoken subtext was instantly understood by the two soldiers serving as guards. In the eyes of those big people, are the lives of small people like them important? Those who say yes must not know those high-ranking and powerful people very well.

However, unlike the two little people who felt sad about the death of a rabbit or a fox, the Baron actually found some opportunities. He showed a sly look and said in a provocative tone: "Since the president has such resentment, have you ever thought that you deserve more? Being exploited or even asking for unconditional giving is not a kind and kind person." What a generous owner should do. So when you have an opportunity to get back what you deserve, what choice will you make?"

The Baron was careful to choose his words and not make a blatant offer. But anyone who is not mentally retarded can understand the meaning behind the words.

Uzov Gantia was surprised. I was surprised that my attitude seemed so unstable, and I was also surprised that the nobleman in front of me didn't reflect at all, and still looked at everything in the world with that conspiratorial gaze. This attitude was the main reason why I joined the Ikaruga Alliance in the past. The Master regards everything in the world as ants; then he wants to prove that ants can also bite people to death!

However, the radical ideas of his youth, although Uzov is not yet at the age where he is powerless, have lost their edge and become much more tactful. At least he didn't think about simply shaking his head and walking away, or pointing at the other person's nose and yelling.

Doing this will leave nothing behind except a moment of pleasure and making the other party feel unhappy for a moment. In the end, the conversation will still be fought with fists and kicks. In this case, why not greet the other person first from the beginning! You can also gain the upper hand and seize the opportunity. But these were all actions of those young and frivolous years, and I would not do them again today.

I suppressed the urge to take the teacup on the table for entertaining guests and open it for them. Uzov was filled with helplessness and said with a wry smile: "Sir, do you think I followed that magician for some benefit?"

The baron was also stunned when he looked at the conspicuous three-feathered bird mark on the clothes of the person in front of him. If there is anyone who cannot be bought with money, the members of the Ikaruga Alliance are definitely among them. These hateful guys just seem to have a grudge against the rich, targeting them everywhere and looking for trouble everywhere.

But if it's not for money... the baron said hesitantly: "Then you want more power? Maybe I can lend my power..."

"Sir, don't say how serious you are in this sentence. Just tell me, do you believe it? I am in a city of magicians. I can do this. I am afraid that I have gone to the extreme and even reached the point where It's on the verge of danger. If you want to continue moving forward, you may need to rely on the power of the nobles. But I doubt what role you can play in the Holy City of Estali. Not to mention that you even have the power of the Gwana Empire. How can you make a difference in the Holy City if you have no identity?"

What Uzov did not say was that the other party was just a mere baron. With this kind of status, you can only dominate in your own territory; outside, you can just play the role of a pawn under the hands of the real big shots.

Such people have not yet truly entered the core of the powerful circle. Unless his title of baron is a secondary title of a great nobleman, inherited by the second and third sons of the family. In this case, maybe the family power behind it is still worth something.

But even so, this is not what Uzov wants to pursue. It can be said that the Technology Guild was an accident from the beginning. At this point, Uzov's idea of ​​continuing is just to help more people and fund more comrades in the alliance. If someone were to replace him, he would gladly step aside. You know, he just ran a tavern in his hometown.

"So for ideals?" the baron continued to speculate. "Just following a magician, what ideals are you talking about? What future can he give you? Territory? Title? Money? Or women?"

"Ha, in the eyes of nobles, are these the only ideals?" Uzov, who couldn't help it, finally mocked openly.

A contemptuous tone will certainly cause dissatisfaction in the listener. The two lightly-armed soldiers saw that of the five people in the reception room, they had four of them, and the other party was alone. He didn't confiscate anyone's weapons and yet he dared to speak so rudely. How could he not be angry? The two guard soldiers immediately drew their swords and cursed Uzov for his lack of knowledge. Even one on the left and one on the right, ready to step forward to arrest people.

But following that magician, who was recognized as a follower after all, how could he not have any weapons at his side? Without hesitation, Uzov pulled out the Smith & Wesson M2 revolver from the holster under his side, and fired two neat shots left and right!

The magic gun of the Lost Land does not make a loud noise like the gunpowder weapons of the Earth. But in terms of power, it is not inferior at all, and even exceeds it. Penetrating light breastplates at close range is a piece of cake. The two soldiers who had been shot fell straight to the ground like sacks filled with food, uncertain whether they were alive or dead.