Chapter 127: Thin Patience

"No! We will not play safe any longer!"

"Saving the victims first will only put them in danger, don't you see that!?"

"We are not in the position to be giving ourselves handicaps. They don't care about their test subjects, but we care about our people."

"What!? If you care, then why try to fight with them in the fray? You will only slaughter them in the collusion!"

"Stop! Everyone! Stop arguing, the decision is final! We will attack head on, and save the victims only after we have dealt with the Black Merchant Guild criminals!"

"To hell it's final! Nothing is final yet! We have to find a way to save the innocent first!"

"Trying to save the innocent first has led us right into the hands of those bastards! In the attempts to save some, we have lost hundreds of soldiers!"

"Yes! Don't you get it? They want us to try to protect the weak so that they can use it against us."

"Still! Two wrongs don't make a right. We shouldn't risk the lives of the victims!"

*

Inside of the main marquee, dozens of soldiers who seemed quite old and mature argued about what was the next plan of action.

Tyr and a few others sat down outside atop a couple of boxes. Reana, Noa, Trai, Ha, and a couple of others were with him. They had been listening for hours, and even though they could hear the muffled screams from within right now, it was a lot better than being inside.

"Tsk..." Tyr exclaimed, seemingly annoyed: "One side wants to rush in and kill, while the other side wants to rush in and rescue. Both sides will lead to death on our side..."

The others didn't say a word, understanding all of this.

"Its been three days since Hanzo and Malon have been abducted. My patience won't run for much longer." He gritted his teeth, staring forward with a seething hatred in his eyes.

Reana put her hand on his back, "Please... Tyr. I know what type of person you are. I know what you are feeling, and from the little I've known them, I would also want to help them badly. But the experienced soldiers are making their own decisions right now. Listen to them...

wait for their call. What's the point in continuing casualties?" She said in a genuine tone. Searᴄh the nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Tyr slowly turned toward her and stared directly into her eyes with the same expression as before.

"You don't know a thing about what type of person I am." He said, standing up and walking back inside.

Reana was left slightly stunned. The others remained silent. After a second, Noa followed Tyr back inside.

As she walked past Reana, the journalist tried to joke to lighten the mood: "He's quite angry right now--" But she cut herself off, noticing that Noa's eyes were also fuming with malice.

After Noa entered the marquee, Reana's shoulders drooped and laid back on the box below her.

Trai looked over at her: "They have a close connection, it seems. That Hunter group... what was the name of it again?"

"They never said." Ha said, staring forward.

"Whatever it is... they aren't being reasonable." Reana spoke, "I mean... who do they think they are? To want to destroy one of the largest guilds in the entire continent."

Ha and Trai looked over at Reana, not saying a word.

They then looked at themselves, understanding that they were thinking the same thing inside.

'Looks like she's also mad now.'

'Yep...'

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'Trust the experienced soldiers she says... yet these blabbering fools have shown themselves to be nothing more than idiotic, childish, emotional morons who have more pride in their decision being accepted, rather than their decision being the right one.' He couldn't hold his patience in any longer.

When Tyr stepped inside the marquee, it seemed that someone had something quite rare, and so the entire chamber was quiet right now.

Tyr found this the perfect opportunity to speak: "Listen up, everyone." He said in Zasean, making heads turn.

Over 50 people, some sitting, and most standing, looked at him with varying emotions in their eyes.

"The only reason you are arguing whether to attack first, or rescue first, is because all of you as a collective are weak." Tyr did not hold back in an attempt to be polite.

He was going to speak what he thought, his patience running thin after three days of waiting. He did not sound how cold-hearted he sounded.

Many eyebrows furrowed with anger and arrogance as they heard Tyr's words.

Older men grumbled under their breath, and the younger sprouts even tightened their grasp on their weapons or clenched their fists.

However, Tyr didn't shy away from taking the reactions head on. His eyes waved through the crowd like a hawk, looking at everyone in the eyes as a way to tell them that he was not scared.

"If you were strong," He continued, "Then you could have it both ways. Rescue, while attacking at the same time."

A few more grumbles sounded, this time some even agreed to Tyr's words.

"The way it is now, you all will never beat the Black Merchant Guild."

As Tyr said this, another voice blurted out: "Alright, thats enough!" A large, older-looking native slammed his fist on the table.

"Where do you go off saying all of this nonsense!? Do you have no respect for this team's morale? You will be butchered by my hand--"

At that moment, Tyr furrowed his brows in anger--and as he did, a burst of killing intent via his passive Ancestral Presence ability slipped out.

It targeted strictly toward the Zasean native, piercing through him like a dagger through the heart.

As this bloodlust was only targeted toward the native, no one else felt it. Yet, it was clearly enough to stop the man from speaking any further.

The native froze, his speech unwilling to come out of his mouth for a moment.

Tyr calmed himself down, 'I need to remember that this is a passive ability... it works when I am too riled up.' He thought to himself.

The Zasean native finally took in a breath, wheezing slightly as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Let the boy continue," Helas said at that moment, a curious look in his eyes.

The Zasean native stood and walked out of the marquee as Tyr's pupils followed him.

After he left, Tyr continued: "All of you will die gruesome deaths, including every person in this city, if you do not listen to my following words."