Chapter 27: The Forest of Beasts (4)
I declared that if Beron refused to talk, I would cut off his left ankle.
However, both of my hands were trembling slightly.
The act of taking a life was always unpleasant.
Whether it was a player or an NPC, it didn’t matter.
The threats I threw at Beron were nothing but intimidation—
A means to get what I wanted.
It didn’t matter if he was weak or foolish.
Two 3rd-Rank Combatants who used aura had already been in this battle.
If I had held back even slightly while trying to subdue them, the situation could have spiraled out of control.
Leaving someone alive was a privilege only an overwhelmingly strong person could afford.
If I showed that kind of mercy now, it wouldn’t be compassion—it would be recklessness.
“Talk.”