"What do you mean, half of our artifacts and a quarter of our wealth? Dark Lord, we may be weak compared to you, but we are no fools," voiced one of the elders, expressing their skepticism towards Michael's proposition.
Remaining composed, Michael calmly advanced towards them, his hand tucked behind his back. The elders couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, their tension escalating in the presence of the Dark Lord's disconcerting smile.
