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The Zasean natives were taken by shock. Some felt immense relief as they saw Tyr go against the Black Merchant Guild, such as Reana and Trai.

Still, everyone was distraught at what had just happened.

The blue-skinned man slowly turned toward Tyr, his eyes unblinking with a look of disbelief and raging anger deep within. Despite that, his expression was completely still.

His mouth was gaped ever so slightly. It was as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing right now.

“Oie…” He said in a low, deep tone.

Tyr looked up at him, a smile stretching across his face like a killer clown.

“Let him go.” Mrama’s voice was serious and rough, unleashing a blast of killing intent at Tyr.

Tyr instantly felt the bloodlust seep into his mind.

At that moment, Mrama appeared to have a reddish, black Aura come out of him. It wasn’t actually happening, but the bloodlust made it seem like that.

However, Tyr felt absolutely zero fear at that moment. With the golden flame blaring from his forehead, all fear had vanished from his mind.

“And what if I don’t?” Tyr inquired in a hostile tone.

“I’ll fucking butcher you like a pig.” Mrama’s expression didn’t change as he said this, except, his eyes simply widened.

Tyr paused, seeming to ignore the big bastard. He pressed Jiro’s stomach against the ground, stepping on the slugs back so that he couldn’t escape anywhere.

After that, he reached into his storage ring and took out a radio before murmuring something into it. He then put it back into his storage ring, as if nothing happened.

Mrama lowered his chin, “What was–” He was cut off abruptly.

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t talk to me as if we are equals. You are a mass murdering criminal… a waste of oxygen in this world. I don’t regard your words as spreading information. They are simply noises of irritation.”

Mrama furrowed his brows, preplexed at that statement.

‘Does he think Im joking when I say I’ll kill him?’ Mrama thought, looking at his brother, ‘But he has Jiro… I can’t be careless. Despite how I have made it seem, he has all the fucking power. Damn it!’

Tyr looked down at Jiro. He knelt down, making Jiro exclaim and wail in pain as Tyr’s weight fell onto him some more.

Tyr took Jiro’s finger, grabbed a nail, and pulled it out without any warning.

Jiro’s face turned pale for a moment, accidentally gasping before genuinely screaming in pain.

The Zasean natives only looked with intrigue and puzzlement, as Mrama gritted his teeth in anger.

Tyr smirked slightly on hearing Jiro’s pain, “So you’re still somewhat human after all.” He lifted the nail in front of his face, inspecting it closely.

“The nail… connected to many nerve endings for pain. Some say underneath it is the most sensitive part of the body. And when its taken out, one gets some of the most uncomfortable, painful experiences a person can undertake.”

Jiro was foaming from the mouth slightly from the screams, his eyes bloodshot as he wheezed.

Tyr gazed at Mrama, ‘So I have the negotiating power after all… I needed to make sure he didn’t have something up his sleeve. But even after I’ve tortured his brother like this, the fact that he hasn’t done anything means… he’s scared. He has nothing left to do except to wait for a good opportunity.’

Tyr felt a giddiness in his system on thinking this.

“I have a proposal. It’s up to you to decide it, Mrama, or whatever your name was. You can either save your brother, or have him die.”

As Tyr said this, standing up from his knelt position, Jiro looked up with contempt, ‘Making a deal? How much does he intend to mock me?’

Mrama squinted his eyes slightly, lowering his gaze.

“The request is simple. Free my friends. The ones you took last time. After that, I’ll let this little bitch slug go.” Tyr proclaimed, twisting his foot on Jiro’s back.

The little slug squealed even more, his lungs barely left with any oxygen.

Mrama exhaled, “Fine… but it will be an equal exchange. If you can promise to meet at a time and place, there will be an exchange with no qualms.”

Tyr snickered, almost chuckling on hearing this, “Oh, so you can speak properly now huh? Good… I like your terms. Except, I’ll pick the location and the time.”

Mrama stayed silent for a moment before suddenly saying: “Location… I’ll pick that.”

Tyr squinted, “It has to be close.”

“It is… the warehouse.”

Tyr didn’t know what the guy was planning but didn’t see it as anything too impactful.

“Fine.”

‘Jeez… just how important is his brother for him to be so willing? Or maybe he just loves him? Meh…’ Tyr mused, pleasantly surprised by Mrama’s reaction.

“Tommorow at 9 PM exactly. No sooner, no later. Oh… and if you even dare think of touching them in any way, the deals off… and I’ll kill you too.” Tyr said, his tone turning deadly serious at the end.

Mrama nodded, silent, but saying many things at the same time.

The others behind were awestruck at this scene. To make a deal like this was crazy with the Black Merchant Guild.

They hadn’t even considered a possibility like this, being honest.

How could they? Their men had been slain constantly like pigs. It made no sense to then go try to make a deal.

It was like trying to reason with a plague or buy antivenom from a serpent. Death was the only thing that loomed there.

Yet, Tyr had made a deal, and had even gotten the upper hand.

“You can go, blueballs… when you bring your people, don’t bring too many okay? I know you probably won’t listen to that suggestion though…” Tyr said, knowing the facts in the matter.

He wasn’t going to take any chances of bringing little people either. No one would in a situation like this.

As soon as Tyr said this, Mrama dug his feet into the ground and leaped into the air. He hopped right over Tyr and Jiro before sprinting into the forest and quickly disappearing.

‘That golden flame… I don’t know what it is, but It scares me for some reason. The feeling of confidence I had was somehow obliterated when I saw it…’ Mrama thought, thrown off.

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