Abaddon was amused by her plan, but he could see the merits in it. If they kept telling stories, they would spend plenty of time together.
But he did not agree right away.
"I already told you a valuable story. Most mortals would kill to hear about the stories of old from the King of a hidden continent." His casual words challenged Aisling.
Aisling thought about it. That story was indeed valuable. No one in the outside world even knew about the existence of angels and demi-angels. If the story was to be believed, the Consortium had probably wiped away the traces.
Therefore, in terms of story quality, it was incomparable to her reminiscing about her past.
However, she would not lose so easily.
"But we must consider the well from which the stories are drawn. Even if I tell you everything that has happened to me, and even include all the books I have read, I cannot compare to your wealth of… experience." She paused intentionally.
