As I moved my eyes around, I saw all of them raising hands in the air. Who was stupid enough to not accept such a bargain? Even if it was on the edge of the sword, the value of their lives was far more important than such useless past concepts of civilization.
"Go and throw these contracts over them," I roughly counted them and almost two hundred and fifty people stood there. From the initial three hundred, fifty were killed in such a short time.
"Why me?" Isabella asked despite knowing the answer for sure.
"I'm the king," I rolled my eyes and said the obvious, "which king will go and deliver things like this?"
"A king? Humph, who said you are my king?" she said in a teasing tone with no ill intention whatsoever. Without waiting for me to say anything else, she grabbed my contracts and went to the front.
"Just remember, you owe me one, ok?"
