Lillian handed the inner core over to Darryl as she spoke and Darryl took it without hesitation. The inner core of a Black Sand Python didn't mean much to him, but he would rather not raise suspicion by not accepting it as it would contradict what he said earlier about him being here to hunt. Otis and the others were indignant but had given up on saying anything else.
"Darren!" Lillian stared further ahead into poisonous fog and asked, "are there more Black Sand Pythons nests in there? Can you lead the way and take us in?" A few Black Sand Pythons were hardly close to what Lillian had intended to achieve on this hunt.
"What?" Amused by her recklessness, Darryl paused and thought to himself, ‘These people really do not fear death. The deeper they get into the Valley of Death, the more dangerous it gets. Apart from the Black Sand Pythons, there are countless terrifying beasts ahead that are far too powerful to be dealt with, especially considering this crew's capabilities."
"Sure, but let's renegotiate the commission. I will take thirty percent of the inner cores of however many beasts you manage to kill from now on, or it's no deal," said Darryl determinedly. He knew that they would not have listened if he were to tell them the truth. He decided that it would be far more effective to simply raise the commission so they would give up. Almost instantly, the men looked as if they were about to explode upon hearing his request.
"What the...what do you think you are talking about?"
"Thirty percent? Who do you think you are? You really think we can't survive without you?"
"Leader, just look at how greedy this man is. You treated him with generosity and here he is asking for more."
Lillian, too, was clearly upset with Darryl and tried to bargain. "Darren, thirty percent is far too much. Can we negotiate this?"
"No!" Darryl shook his head in unwavering determination. Lillian and her men might have sufficient skills to hunt some of the beasts that were found at the edge of the area covered by the poisonous fog. But if they were to truly step foot into the depths, none of them would last a minute before getting wiped out.
"Why you..." Lillian stomped her feet in frustration. "Fine, I guess I misjudged you. We simply have to find the Black Sand Pythons without you. Your guidance is no longer needed."
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