Three Conditions

Inside the reception room.

As soon as Leslie gave his answer, the negotiations between the two sides fell into a deadlock.

Seraphina's stance was extremely firm. Legendary Potions were acceptable, but Saint Domain Potions were not. Even if Leslie raised the success rate of Saint Domain Potions to fifty percent, it was still unacceptable.

This concerned her race's inheritance of potion-making knowledge. It was simply too crucial. Things might be manageable in the short term, but in the long run, once the Elf Empire's current high-level potion masters reached the end of their lives...

If the new generation of potion masters could not grow because they lacked potion ingredients, that would be a disastrous joke.

But Leslie's attitude was just as unwavering. If they could not obtain substantial benefits from other races, what would the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom use to close the gap in strength between itself and the Three Great Empires?

If it could not close that gap, why should the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom endure enormous opposition both at home and abroad just to form an alliance with the Elf Empire?

"Empress Seraphina, your country needs us now. It is not we who need your country."

"You need to understand the relationship between the two sides. You want to pay no price at all while taking advantage of us. Isn't that going too far?"

"That is twisting the facts!"

"An alliance between our two nations benefits both sides. If our Elf Empire falls, the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom will be next." Seraphina snorted coldly.

By this point, she could see that Roland had long intended to form an alliance with the Elf Empire.

Otherwise, he would not have prepared such thorough conditions.

"That would still mean your Elf Empire falls first."

"Not necessarily. A small population is indeed a fatal