Note to future fucking self, always, and I mean always, try to inspect someone before you go ahead and piss them off... Rael grumbled.
This situation wasn't ideal in the slightest.
Two Commander Class Elites, plus a Leader Class Boss.
If they all ganged up on him, he would be in pretty big trouble.
But an apostle being Leader Class? I'm fucked if I go against the spider.
After Leader Class came Noble Class, and if he had to put his chips on the table, that was the spider's current rank.
I'm definitely not fighting it, I'm running away the first chance I get.
Nonetheless, he finally snapped out of it, glancing back at Michael.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"Hm?" Michael tilted his head. "I said we'd like to offer you a counteroffer. We will give you 200 million Trell if you choose to join us. You will be given a royal status, and anything else you can ever wish fo—"
"Pass." Rael shrugged. "This is a horrible deal and you know it."
