Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1375

Chapter 1375: Chapter 751: Conflict_2 Chapter 1375: Chapter 751: Conflict_2 Richard Mitchell's face was also very grim; his brows knitted tightly in a mixture of urgency and helplessness. He feared death, and didn't Abigail Mitchell fear it as well? They were both young lives with promising futures ahead of them, but now they were facing a life-and-death trial.

To save his own life, Richard had decided to throw all caution to the wind. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then he shouted loudly toward Logan, “Young Master Logan, as long as you're willing to agree, anything you want will do! Just name your term, and I'm willing to fulfill any request you have! Just please save us, and don't let us die here!”

Logan, however, remained indifferent; he didn't stop in his tracks and continued heading down the mountain. The worldly possessions seemed to have no effect on him, and he cared even less for Richard's pleas and promises.

Seeing that his efforts were fruitless, Richard finally began to panic. Sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead, and his voice became even more urgent: “Young Master Logan, what exactly will it take for you to save us? Name your price, and as long as I can produce it, I will give it to you! Please don't just stand by and watch us die; we really do not wish to die here!”

Abigail Mitchell echoed Richard's words, her voice filled with tears and sobs, “Young Master Logan, I beg you, please save us. We are still young, we have so many things left undone; we can't just die here. If you are willing to save us, we will be grateful to you for our entire lives!”

Yet, Logan continued on his way as though he had not heard Richard's and Abigail's begging. The two of them watched him slowly disappear from their sight, their hearts filled with despair and powerlessness. They knew they had really encountered a person with a heart of stone, and could not force him to stay and save them. But, they truly did not want to die here. What were they supposed to do?

He did not want to die, the intense will to live burned in his heart like a raging fire, prompting him to take an unprecedented action. He turned toward the direction of Logan and, without any hesitation, “thudded” to his knees on the ground. His knees made contact with the cold snow, the bone-chilling cold spread swiftly through his body, yet he was oblivious to it, his gaze fixed on Logan's retreating figure, his voice trembling and pleading, “Young Master Logan, I'm begging you, please save me.”

Tears swirled in his eyes, but he held them back from falling. He continued, “I don't want to die. I still have a bright future ahead, and I really don't want to die here. Young Master Logan, I beg you, give me a chance; I truly do not want to die here.”

Richard completely abandoned his dignity; he was no longer the respected and composed young talent within the clan, but rather just an ordinary human being, desperate to survive at all costs. His eyes were filled with pleading and despair, hoping for that slim chance at life.

His companions looked at him, and in that moment, they were completely stunned. They widened their eyes, mouths slightly open, as if unable to believe what was happening right before them.

“Brother Mitchell…” one of them muttered, his voice filled with shock and confusion.

“Brother…” another spoke, his voice also trembling, his eyes flickering with complex emotions.

To them, it was as if they no longer recognized Richard Mitchell, or more accurately, this was the first time they truly saw him. In their minds, Richard had always been calm and confident, capable of handling any difficulty with ease. But now, for the chance of survival, he knelt down and begged someone they had once looked down upon.

This was incredulous to them, and it also instilled in them a deeper reverence for life. They were beginning to realize that no matter how strong or dignified a person may be, in the face of life and death, everything could become insignificant.

Logan stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Richard Mitchell, a complex expression flashing through his eyes. He had not expected Richard to take such an action just to stay alive. He fell silent for a moment, then slowly began to speak: “Get up, I am not one to turn a blind eye to death. However, I want you to understand something — life is precious, but so is dignity. You have forsaken your dignity today to survive, but I hope you will remember this lesson and not so easily give up on your principles and bottom line in the future.”

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope flickered across Richard's eyes. He nodded hurriedly: “Young Master Logan, you are right, I'll remember this. As long as you are willing to save us, I will certainly cherish my life and dignity even more in the future.” His voice carried a tone of firmness and gratitude as if he had already seen the hope of rebirth.

Abigail Mitchell couldn't accept it; her eyes were filled with shock and confusion as if she could not believe what was happening before her. All the others also couldn't accept it; they gathered together, buzzing with discussion, their faces marked with skepticism about Richard's actions.

“Brother Mitchell, get up quickly; don't beg such a person!” Abigail's voice was tinged with anxiety and pleading, “We can go back to the Family Clan, let the elders treat you, why stoop so low to beg him here?”

Saying so, the man beside her, William Parker, tried to pull him straight up. He reached out to grip Richard's arm, tugging upwards with force, but Richard was immovable, like a mountain.

“Brother Mitchell, why do you have to do this?” William Parker frowned as he said, “You are the pride of our Family Clan, how can you kneel to a stranger here?”

Yet, Richard stopped him, his eyes dark and unwavering as he looked at William Parker with determination and resolution.

“Do you really think it's okay, do you really think this is alright, William Parker?” Richard's voice was low and powerful, as if each word was landing heavily on William Parker's heart, “Do you think we can last until returning to the Family Clan? Do you think the elders would risk making an enemy of such a person for the sake of a few of us juniors?”

William Parker was taken aback by such a look, momentarily lost for words. His mouth opened, but he didn't know how to refute. In his heart, he understood all too clearly that Richard's words were not without reason.

“If I really could wait to return to the Family Clan, to await their rescue, do you think I would sacrifice my dignity like this?” Richard continued, his voice tinged with bitterness and helplessness, “But reality is cruel, we will not last that long. To stay alive, I have no choice but to put aside my dignity and beg a person we previously looked down upon.”

At that moment, when he heard those words, William Parker felt as if his blood had frozen. He stood still, unable to recover for a long time. He had never envisioned Richard would take such measures to survive. In his memory, Richard always appeared calm and confident, capable of dealing with any difficulty with composure.

Abigail's reaction was even greater. She widened her eyes, staring at Richard as if looking at a stranger. She believed her Family Clan was invincible and would surely be able to save her. But reality delivered a resounding slap to her face. She couldn't even last long enough, let alone wait for the elders' rescue.

“How could this be?” Abigail murmured to herself, her voice filled with despair and incomprehension, “How can we just give up our dignity and beg a stranger?”

Richard didn't answer her; he simply knelt silently on the ground, his eyes shining with unwavering resolve. He knew that his decision might be mocked or questioned by others, but he was even more certain that, to stay alive, this was the only path he could take.

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