Chapter 215: Will You Surrender?

"So you are the Princess of the Silver Moon Tribe? You look quite good, but why are you so lacking in brains?"

Gervas sized up the Silver Moon Tribe Princess from head to toe.

She wore a beast-skin crop top exposing her navel and a beast-skin long skirt reaching her knees.

Of course, beneath that beast-skin skirt, she wore a pair of linen trousers.

And this outfit, paired with those straight, long, beautiful legs, a slender waist full of strength, and a delicate face.

She was truly a wild beauty, proud and spirited.

Although her skin was slightly duller than that of a Young Lady from the nobility.

But she lived on the wasteland; this was truly a healthy wheat color.

"You know me? Which traitor leaked our assassination mission?"

She had already found tonight's events very suspicious, as if the noble had already set a trap.

Now that the other party had confirmed her identity at a glance, Freya was convinced that a traitor must have emerged from the tribe!

Gervas did not explain, smiled mysteriously, and said, "Who it is doesn't matter; what matters is that you are now trapped with no way to escape."

"So, I give you one last chance: immediately put down your weapons and surrender obediently!"

"Want us to surrender? Don't even dream of it, shameless Gervas! Even if our tribe's warriors die, we will not surrender!"

Unexpectedly, although this Silver Moon Tribe Princess was a woman, she was actually very fierce.

"That's right, Freya is right; our tribe's warriors would rather die than submit!"

Seeing this, the other tribe heirs also chimed in with the same words!

Gervas laughed!

He laughed brilliantly!

"You won't surrender, huh?"

Gervas directly picked up the Iron Claw, who had just been captured, by the scruff.

Slap!

A huge slap landed on Iron Claw's face.

"Uh..." Iron Claw was stunned by the blow!

I didn't say anything, did I?

Why did the blow land on me?

Slap, slap, slap!

Unfortunately, Gervas clearly didn't care about Iron Claw's feelings!

Slap, slap, slap, several more huge slaps came down.

And Iron Claw's face visibly turned red and swollen.

Iron Claw began to struggle violently.

Unfortunately, his hands and feet were already bound; he was completely unable to resist!

"Now tell me, will you surrender?" Gervas glared fiercely at Freya and the others!

Freya: "???"

The other heirs: "???"

Finally, Freya and the other few heirs hesitantly exchanged glances, then gritted their teeth and said, "We will not surrender..."

Slap, slap, slap!

"You won't surrender, huh?"

Slap, slap, slap!

"You'd rather die than submit, huh?"

Slap, slap, slap!

"You have tough bones, huh?"

Slap, slap, slap!

"I am the person who fears tough bones the least!"

Slap, slap, slap!

"Will you surrender now?"

Slap, slap, slap!

"I am asking you, will you surrender?"

Slap, slap, slap, slap...

"Heh... I... I surrender, I surrender, Noble... Noble, please don't hit me anymore, okay?!"

Freya and the others on the opposite side were stunned!

They hadn't even spoken yet, but this time Iron Claw voluntarily surrendered and begged for mercy.

At this moment, he was gasping for air, taking more out than in.

Just a moment ago, he could still feel the burning heat on his face, but now he felt nothing at all.

So, under fear and indignation, he finally spoke.

After all, Gervas was clearly asking Freya and the others, so why was he the one getting hit?

If they kept hitting him like this, he would be beaten to death.

But facing Iron Claw's plea for mercy, Gervas remained unmoved and instead stared fixedly at Freya and the others.

Slap, slap, slap!

"I ask you one more time: will you surrender?"

"We... we..."

Meanwhile, Freya and the others were now both furious and terrified.

This Gervas's methods were truly too cruel.

Seeing Iron Claw's miserable state made them shiver all over.

His cheeks were swollen like a pig's head, and the teeth in his mouth were almost all knocked out.

Nosebleed and gum blood flowed continuously with a splashing sound, looking as miserable as one could possibly imagine.

In such a situation, they would rather the other party grant them a quick death than endure such torture.

"... We surrender! Release Iron Claw immediately!" Freya simply could not bear to watch any longer.

Her beautiful eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at Gervas as if she had seen a demon.

Upon hearing the word "surrender," Gervas finally stopped his actions.

"That's more like it! How much better to have surrendered earlier! Look, why did you have to make it so difficult!"

Gervas set Iron Claw down and, with a face full of feigned reluctance, adjusted the collar of Iron Claw, who needed soldiers to support him just to stand.

"You... you..." Seeing this sight, Iron Claw immediately failed to catch his breath and fainted dead on the spot.

Splash!

Time passed, and two days later.

The tribal heirs, who had been locked in the dungeon for a full two days, finally heard some noise.

During this period, besides water, Gervas had not provided them with even a single bit of food.

The moment they saw Gervas, the group of tribal heirs instinctively looked at him with hatred.

However, the instant their gazes met Gervas's, they suddenly remembered something and immediately lowered their heads, too afraid to look him in the eye.

"How is it, Princesses and young masters? Have you been having a nice time in my castle these past few days?" Gervas watched everyone's reactions with great interest.

"Human noble, just kill us!"

The other heirs dared not speak; it was Freya, her silver teeth clenched tight, who finally could not hold back and spoke out.

She would rather be killed immediately than endure such humiliation!

"Eh, Princess Silver Moon, you still have the biggest guts!" Gervas exclaimed in surprise. "Come, open her cell!"

"What do you want to do? Noble!"

Seeing her own solitary cell door open, Freya's face immediately turned deathly pale; her silver teeth clenched as she stepped back several paces.

"What do I want? What do you think?" Gervas wore a wicked grin on his face and walked directly into the cell.

"Human, kill me! Consider it your punishment for us; we have no complaints!" Freya finally felt fear.

"Kill you? That would be too easy on you; besides, it would be a pity..." The mockery on Gervas's face grew even stronger!

Freya's body trembled. "Human, if you dare do anything to me, my father will definitely not let you off once he finds out!"

Although she felt her threat was so powerless, this was Freya's last shred of stubbornness.

But Gervas did not stop at all, continuing to approach her.

In the end, Freya could only curl up her body, close her eyes, and wait fearfully for the demon's arrival.

However, after waiting for a long time, the imagined demonic claws did not appear.

When she lifted her head again, heavy with doubt, she saw that Gervas was already seated in a chair, his eyes clear and his expression indifferent.

"Now you know fear? Why were you not afraid when you prepared to assassinate me?" Gervas sneered coldly.

Freya clenched her silver teeth tight, knowing she had been played, but she dared not say any more harsh words.

"I will ask you now: do you want to live?"

After observing for a long time and confirming that Gervas did not seem to be preparing to toy with them, Freya asked, "Are you willing to let us go?"

"That depends on your performance!"

Hearing this, companions in several surrounding cells pricked up their ears.

"What do you want?" Freya continued to ask.

"First, write letters to have your respective tribes prepare a huge ransom and send it over!"

"Besides that, I am lacking a maid to attend to my dressing and washing these past few days; I need to trouble you, Princess Silver Moon, to fill in for a bit!"

"Impossible!" The previous demand was understandable; a ransom was reasonable.

But upon hearing Gervas's final demand, Freya immediately ground her teeth and refused.

Making her a servant, and specifically the servant of this enemy, was absolutely a huge humiliation.