Indeed, right now, Fitzdurk wouldn't believe a single word of Breson's. He had been cheated for decades. At the last moment, he was still deceived by Breson. If he kept on believing that guy's words, it would be his own problem. That would be stupid of him, and he would deserve to be fooled.
"No, Fitzdurk, I'm very serious. To be honest, we've formed a strong bond of cooperation. I think our rapport has reached an unprecedented level. Trust me this once, I will definitely give you what you want."
"What else can you give me now? Do you know what I want?" Fitzdurk riposted after a smirk.
"Power and money," Breson replied.
"No, Breson, you've made a mistake. These things are what you've been craving, not me. Don't get me wrong," Fitzdurk said, shaking his head slightly. "What I want is rather simple, but you can't give me. So, save your smooth talk. I won't trust you, and I won't listen to you anymore."