Wilbur knew from hearing Bertrand's words that he was a smart man. Buck Town was a bloodthirsty place, and no one would be
willing to let their enemies live. If a battle was to break out and spiral out of control, both parties would be enemies and one
of them would end up dead.
Wilbur's dimensional ring had been claimed with his blood, and so Bertrand knew he would not be able to get the three hundred
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gold coins even he Wilbur was killed. The way to go was to ask Wilbur for two hundred gold coins first, which would at least get him
smoney. As for whether Wilbur lives or dies, that would depend on his behavior and how Bertrand was feeling.
"You are powerful," Wilbur said.
"Well, are you handing over those two hundred gold coins, then?"
Wilbur sneered coldly. "No."
Bertrand glowered at him. "What did you just say? Are you trying to humiliate me?"
Wilbur shook his head. "No, I'm not. If you had the power to defeat me, I'd cough up those gold coins without a problem. It's just a
shthat's not going to happen, as you're far too weak."
"You cocky bastard! I'm going to teach you a lesson!"
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Bertrand's body surged powerful energy aura that shredded all the clothes on his body. He gripped his long sword and charged
toward Wilbur.
"You're not getting a chance to even attack anymore."
Wilbur wielded the Magic Dragon Blade. swiping his fingers across the shiny edge as Bertrand cried out. "Rampant Sword of the
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