He deliberately emphasized the phrase 'Ogins will understand.'
Kulan snorted mockingly. He naturally knew why that clerk would understand. If he didn't, this young man would naturally use a knife and sword to make him understand—he wasn't a tough bone; Kulan could imagine that as long as Brand threatened even slightly, that spineless clerk would probably be teary-eyed and act as their megaphone.
The old man fell silent.
"It seems you have made up your mind. But how can I guarantee that I can leave in a month or six months?" he asked again.
"Why should I give you a guarantee?" Brand countered.
Kulan was momentarily speechless, raising his silver-grey eyebrows angrily at him.
"However, since I'm sending you to Fir City, as long as you don't act recklessly, I won't bother doing anything else." Brand replied, "Don't make unnecessary sacrifices. You're a veteran of the November War, aren't you? Life is precious, and the winners of war are those who survive till the end."
