"So you want us, five factions who stand at the world pinnacle, to not officially sign slave contracts but still become slaves of your organization?" Scarlett said, her voice dripped with disdain, her words laden with a cold, killing intent as her mana pressure began to build, showing her displeasure.
Alex effortlessly suppressed the wild mana pressure, making it not affect Venedikt, and what followed was a heavy silence.
Venedikt looked at every individual in the room like he was waiting for them to say something, and after moments of cold, heavy silence, he spoke his mind.
"I sure never heard of any slave keeping 70% of everything they make, and also, do you expect us to gift you a gold mine and not expect anything in return," Venedikt said, his expression calm and emotionless, his words cold and carefree.
