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"H-Honored Lord of the Undead..." Hai Ge Xiyin's face was ashen, her delicate frame trembling slightly. Yet she forced herself to stay calm, managing a fawning smile. "I-If you would be so gracious as to spare us and let us return to the Deep Sea, our Xiyin Clan—no, the entire Deep Sea Royal Court—will surely remember your kindness and offer you a generous..."
"That's enough." Lynch cut her off with an impatient wave. "If those Tidal Fishman troops dare to hunt you so brazenly, your Xiyin Clan must have fallen on hard times. You probably can't even go home right now. What could you possibly offer to repay me?"
Hai Ge Xiyin's breath hitched, and her lips parted as if to say more.
Lynch didn't give her the chance. A half-smile played on his lips. "Are you going to say that if I just help you annihilate the rebels and restore you to your throne, or help your clan suppress some internal conflict, you can promise me riches and glory, maybe even a share of the ocean's treasures?"
