This adventurer is overly righteous.

Chapter 138 "I will die!"

It is extremely rare for a hero-level adventurer to apologize to several elite-level adventurers.

After all, the difference between the two is quite large in terms of both strength and status. Just like parents don't apologize to their children and teachers don't need to apologize to their students, even if they really did something wrong, a hero-level adventurer only needs to nod slightly to let the matter pass.

But Warren the Demon Sword did exactly that, which greatly puzzled his friend, Barkley the Shadow Bow.

In the past, some heroic adventurers have used this method to shape their persona and demonstrate their integrity and kindness, but Barkley was certain that his friend did not have this purpose.

After all, he had specifically instructed himself to visit when no one was around. If he wanted to cultivate a heroic image, he should let more people know about it.

Moreover, this gift is far too precious...

Barkley, the Shadow Bow, took out a letter and a list, then cleared his throat and began to read. As a heroic adventurer, literacy is a basic skill.

"Among them are 193 gold, 56 silver, and 29 copper coins; two plots of land in the warm southern region of the kingdom, along with the farms therein; a property in the city; in addition, there are IOUs and several bankbooks."

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Barkley frowned, but he still read the list aloud. He was absolutely certain that it was written by the famous swordsman Warren; he recognized the handwriting.

But Barkley couldn't believe that Warren would write these words on a piece of paper, since it was practically his entire fortune, all the wealth he had accumulated in his life, written on a piece of paper.

Yet now, he was actually going to hand it over to a few elite adventurers just to gain their forgiveness?

Looking back now, Warren the Demon Sword was indeed a bit strange. When he entrusted Barkley with this task, he was dazed and fearful, his body was thin and he couldn't help but tremble, like a tree about to wither and sway in the wind. He almost begged Barkley to do this for him.

This is so strange. What is it about these elite adventurers that has frightened the Demon Sword Warren like this?

This made Barkley, the Shadow Bow, cautious and vigilant. He didn't know what had happened between these people and Warren the Demon Sword, but he was certain that these people were someone of great importance.

"In addition, this is an apology letter written by the Demon Sword Warren himself. He seems afraid to meet you, but I believe his apology is very sincere. I don't know which one of you is Kroya. This letter is to be handed to you." Kroya took the letter from his hand, opened it, and paused to read it for a minute.

During this time, Barkley believed that his business should be completely settled, and any resentment should dissipate in the face of such a generous gift.

Things seemed to be going as Barkley had envisioned. The man who called himself Kroya took the money bag from Warren the Demon Sword from his hands and personally counted the valuables inside, which should be considered an agreement.

However, the next moment, Croa threw the money bag back into Barkley's arms, leaving him completely bewildered.

"I will only take one hundred of the gold coins," Croya said.

"For just one hundred gold coins, Mr. Kroya, you would choose to forgive Warren the Demon Sword?" Barkley asked in astonishment. This man seemed to have a bottom line and was not excessively greedy.

That would actually make things easier.

"No, I haven't forgiven him." However, Kroya shook his head. "These one hundred gold coins are the reward he should have paid us. We just took what was rightfully ours."

"So, regarding the apology..."

"..." Barkley, the Shadow Bow, sensed that things were turning sour.

"Why not have him come forward in person, apologize to me, and repent?" Croya said.

"I don't want anything else."

Simply being willing to pay money is not enough to appease the gods' wrath. Kroya may forgive Warren's cowardice, but the gods may not be able to forgive his disloyalty and blasphemy for breaking his oath.

"Warren, you're still inside, right?"

Barkley, the Shadow Bow, left Kroya and the others, and returned with the gift of the Demon Sword Warren. He paused at the door, then knocked. The residence of a hero-level adventurer was much more luxurious; they had their own private rooms.

"Click"

The door opened, and Barkley froze.

"You look much more haggard. Are you sick?"

"Barkley, tell me, did he accept my gift? Did he choose to forgive me?" said Warren, the Demon Sword, who had almost completely changed his appearance.

His voice was weak in the first half, but became more energetic in the second half, as if he had seen hope.

"He only asked for one hundred gold coins," Barkley said carefully.

"I can give him everything I have..."

"Warren the Demon Sword said anxiously."

“But that’s not the problem!” Barkley interrupted him. “He doesn’t want your gift.”

He wants you to personally apologize to him, admit your mistakes, and express remorse.

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"That guy named Kroya is a very nice person. He's not greedy, and he's quite particular. Besides, this is much easier than what you did before."

Barkley said with a hint of praise, "Being able to refuse Warren's gift shows that this person is of good character. Although I don't know what conflict my friend had with the other party, or why he had to apologize."

However, no matter what, personally apologizing is far more profitable than giving away one's entire fortune as a gift to the other party in order to seek forgiveness.

"No!"

The Demon Sword Warren almost let out a scream.

"I absolutely cannot appear before Kroya, I will die!"

"I'm going to die!"

"Are you crazy, Warren? What are you afraid of?" Barkley, the Shadow Bow, was utterly baffled by the fear that Warren, the Demon Sword, displayed. He seemed to have contracted some kind of madness, and his eyesight was already critically impaired.

"If you need, I'll bring a magician or a doctor to examine you tomorrow. I suspect you've been affected by some kind of ominous force..."

"No, no need, it's useless," Warren said in despair, but then he fell silent. After a long while, he spoke, "Forget it, let's wait until tomorrow. We'll talk about everything tomorrow. Thank you for your hard work, my friend."

"Then let's discuss this again tomorrow." Barkley, the Shadow Bow, walked away hesitantly. He felt quite uneasy about his friend, as if some terrible punishment was about to befall Warren the Demon Sword—but as bystanders, they could not see the noose around his neck.

"Get some rest, Warren the Demon Sword."