"Heh heh, Junior Brother, you are too considerate. In the Land, there are no eternal friends or enemies. If you are talking about close relations, the Fire Demon Race was once close to the Heavenly Shell Race. But now, aren't we on the edge? You have to look forward. In a cruel environment like the Land, the resources and benefits you receive are much more important than one or two promises or so-called feelings."
Lao Wang stretched out his hand and waved it while he shrugged his shoulders. "Perhaps you are overthinking this. A small figure like me does not have the qualifications to discuss cooperation with the Heavenly Shell Race."
Phumetheus laughed, and there was no surprise on his face. On the contrary, he flashed a smile. "As expected, you are a very interesting Junior Brother."
"You too."
"My persuasion assignment is complete. Up next is what I truly want." Phumetheus took out a fiery-red letter and placed it on the table.