A few minutes earlier, Constantine and Schiller had followed the short man into a lavish office and met the legendary Grandmaster. He wore a golden robe, tall and slender with an imposing presence, though his narrow eyes and brows lent him a touch of sinister gloom.
"So you're Agent Rodriguez. I've heard much about you." The Grandmaster stepped forward and shook Schiller's hand, then said, "Give the Chief Executive my regards. How has he been lately?"
"Thanks to you, he's been doing quite well." Schiller nodded at him. "Lord Thanos specifically sent me here to remind you that the universe has been full of wars lately and is far from peaceful. A Cosmic Elder should not get involved in matters he shouldn't. It would do no one any good."
The Grandmaster smiled. "I'm afraid that even if we don't want to get involved, someone may insist on dragging us into it. Am I supposed to stand by and watch my brothers and sisters suffer?"
"If you mean the Collector, I already went to see him and had him report to the Interstellar Security Council. Lord Thanos will certainly get to the bottom of the great artifact heist, so there's no need for you to trouble yourself over it."
The Grandmaster sat down in his swivel chair and spun around once. With a sigh, he said, "The two great empires attacking Asgard lately has seriously affected the casino's business. Some of our regulars from within their territories have stopped coming."
"Of course, Lord Thanos and the gentlemen of the Interstellar Council have always been very understanding. You can pay ten percent less tax this year."
At the mention of paying less, the Grandmaster raised his brows. He leaned back and said politely, "The Interstellar Council entrusted such a large casino to