[You just killed two, green-tailed snakezoids, and received four-teen-hundred points as a reward.] The system casually announced, and excluded the opponent who had survived the attack, only for a few seconds more.
[In total, you have forty-three-hundred points credited to your sum.]
William acknowledged that notification, obviously, but at the moment he mainly focused on these few men, and threatened them. "Gems huh? I have a few, but if you want to keep your heads to enjoy them, tell me what you know."
He could see the discomfort across the opposition's faces, they weren't just scared but portayed a tiny degree of guilt as well. Regret surfed their minds, as this issue seemed even more important now; These mercenaries had picked up a job, that was far above them by raw scale!
"What do you mean?" The most talkative one, worriedly asked.
