Chapter 602: A Thousand Gold Pieces, a Moment of Slaughter
"Hey, take this. As a seeker of truth judged by me, it’s unsightly to be this shabby... Don’t let others mistake my taste as being so low."
Gilgamesh tossed the sword in his hand.
Not shooting it out using the Gate of Babylon.
But throwing the treasure as if handing something over.
"Ah, but I’m your enemy, you know? Is this really okay! Seeing such a treasure, I can’t control this surging feeling! If possible, I want to wield this treasure on the battlefield!"
Richard stroked the sword with great excitement.
Gilgamesh waved his hand dismissively and said, "As an enemy, you’re far from being a match for me. At best, you’re just a fly that can dance around in front of me. So, since you’re going to dance anyway, why not dance a little better for me?
Besides, I’m not as stingy as Moran, not even having a weapon to pass down to future generations."
Gilgamesh’s lips curled up slightly.
It seemed that only the last sentence was what he really wanted to say.
Richard was recognized by him as Moran’s junior.
So, in a way, he is also his junior.