Nova Corps Headquarters.
Led by Roman Day, the Thoughtform and the others met Nova Prime in a Meeting Room.
"I've long admired you, Nova Prime.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Slytherin."
"Please, sit." Nova Prime gestured invitingly. The Thoughtform did not stand on ceremony and sat directly across from her.
"So you are the one who wants to cooperate with Xandar? But isn't it somewhat impolite to meet me while wearing a mask?"
"Because what I'm about to do makes it inconvenient for me to reveal my identity," the Thoughtform said frankly.
"You sent a Seer to Xandar to gather intelligence for several months. Now you think the time is ripe, is that it?" Nova Prime watched him warily, while the two officers behind her silently placed their hands on their weapons.
"Perhaps Nova Prime has misunderstood something." The Thoughtform chuckled. "Ake arrived on Xandar by accident through a spatial rift.
It was precisely because he told me about Xandar—that it was peace-loving and possessed an exceptionally high level of technology and defensive strength—that I decided to give Xandar an opportunity to cooperate."
"That tone..." Karsensal said. "A little arrogant."
"Perhaps. But I have the capital to be arrogant.
That said, I sincerely do want to cooperate with Xandar."
Karsensal opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.
Roman had scanned them before bringing them here. Of the five, four possessed high combat power with no records whatsoever. The only one whose identity could be confirmed was Asgard's Enchantress.
Although the Enchantress was not particularly powerful in combat, she was no less threatening. Otherwise, they would not have been so heavily on guard here.
"Then how does Mr. Slytherin wish to cooperate?"
"I want to hold a grand auction, one aimed at the entire universe." The Thoughtform got