Chapter 501 Survival Rate

501 Survival Rate

"Hmm?" Gore's eyes landed on Adam, who was standing at the back of the crowd, looking back at him with a nervous smile.

It's that strange kid again, he thought to himself.

Ever since he had first laid eyes on this youth, Gore had always found him very weird. But he couldn't quite put a finger on it for some reason.

"Go ahead, boy." He gestured. "What is your question?"

Adam walked toward the front with calm strides, seemingly feigning confidence. But his trembling hands gave him away.

First, he placed his right hand on his chest and respectfully bowed toward the Rank 2 Magus.

"My lord, I believe we are being hasty in our approach," he said respectfully.

A handful of people in the crowd nodded their heads ever so slightly. Quite a lot of them shared the same sentiment as Adam, however, they were afraid to voice their opinions.

Gore's eyes narrowed and he coldly muttered, "Are you saying my plan is flawed?"

Adam hurriedly waved his hands. "Not at all, my lord. You misunderstood me!"

He paused for a moment before taking a deep breath and continuing, "Your plan is perfect for the most part. It's just that... I believe the plan to kill those foul creatures will have a higher success rate if all of us were given time to prepare.

"Just as you said, countless wolves are guarding the perimeter of the Howlett Estate. This is the first hurdle that we have to cross. Not to mention the four werewolves, it will be extremely difficult for us to take them on.

"And this is assuming we have zero casualties after we've taken care of the horde of wolves. If we were to rush to battle tomorrow, I fear there would be significant casualties amongst us!"

After he had finished speaking, the mercenaries and Magi turned to look at Gore and finally found the courage to speak up.

"M-My lord, I believe his judgment is sound!"

"If we were given some time to prepare, our survival rate would definitely increase!"

"That's right, my lord!"

"Please give us time to sharpen our skills!"

"And then we ride into battle under your lead!"

Seeing everyone present slowly chime in one by one, Adam lowered his head, hiding the smirk blooming on his face.

"What is it?" He asked flatly.

"My lord..." Adam fidgeted with his fingers, struggling to speak.

"Spit it out!" Gore growled in frustration.

Adam nervously gulped before replying, "My lord... one week won't be enough."

A strange silence permeated the room. Everyone was looking at Adam with dumbfounded expressions.

Only one thought echoed inside their minds.

Does this young man not value his life?!

He had already spoken up against the orders of a Rank 2 Magus. This could be considered courageous, to some extent.

However, choosing to do so again was simply foolish!

They shifted their gaze to Gore and it was indeed as they had expected. The man was seething with rage!

A terrifying aura started to emanate from the burly, middle-aged man. He glared at Adam, speaking in a tone that was filled with killing intent, "You don't seem to know your place, boy. Looks like I must make an example out of you."

With that said, he slowly walked toward Adam. Everyone hurriedly scattered, afraid of coming in the way of an enraged Mana Liquefaction Magus.

Adam appeared extremely flustered as he retreated a few steps. "M-My lord, please hear me out!"

"I've heard enough already," Gore coldly stated as he approached the youth.

"I'm a Herbalist, my lord!" Adam screamed in fear and anxiousness. "If you give me more time, I promise I can further increase our group's survival rate!"

Gore stopped in his footsteps and asked with narrowed eyes, "How?"

Heh, gotcha! Adam sneered inwardly.

"I can concoct a large batch of Potions of Explosions for everyone! Two weeks... T-That's all I need! Please give me two weeks!"

The second chap will be delayed...

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