Carcas naturally understood the deeper meaning behind those words, but he understood even better that he and Voldemort had never been allies on the same side. There was no need whatsoever to respond to this recruitment.
The plan had already reached this point, and the time until The Master's descent was drawing ever closer.
In this matter, he truly had no desire to play along with Voldemort.
If, after The Master descended, he somehow discovered that Carcas had expressed a willingness to submit to Voldemort merely to avoid torture and punished him for it, that would be far too great a loss.
Since that was the case, Carcas simply decided to play dumb, pretending not to understand Voldemort's intentions. Instead, he turned his fire on Herpo and began cursing him.
"You're right. Herpo is exactly that sort of person. Even a sacrificial bull would have more wisdom than him."
"At least after that bull is sacrificed to me, it can truly fill my stomach. But the sacrifices Herpo offers bring nothing but one failure after another..."
Voldemort frowned slightly and parted his lips, but before he could speak, Carcas started talking again on his own.
"Honestly, Herpo is utterly terrible. Not even a starving seagull would perch on him for a moment..."
"Herpo's reputation is already completely ruined. Even a lion trainer at a sideshow would be more popular than him..."
Once Carcas started, he could not stop. He spoke far too quickly, with almost no pauses in between, and Voldemort could not even determine where he ought to interrupt.
Carcas was quite happy to curse Herpo. Taking this opportunity to vent the resentment he had long harbored toward Herpo was a thoroughly pleasant thing.
But for Voldemort, Carcas's astonishingly rapid stream of abuse made it difficult to get a