As everyone knew, in the modern social science system, trust was considered a relationship of dependence.
If both sides trusted each other, it often meant there was an exchange of interests between them.
Only when they needed each other could such a relationship of trust be maintained over the long term.
So in essence, trust was an intangible luxury.
Because the cost of building trust was often exceedingly high, and maintaining it required a great deal of time and effort.
Most importantly, like reputation, once it was damaged, it was almost impossible to repair.
Obviously, as a killer who accepted employment from anyone, Medusa Vraska and Nicol Bolas could at most be said to be using each other. There was no such thing as trust between them.
To be precise, one only needed to glance at their histories to know that both were ruthless people who turned on others faster than flipping a page.
Things like betrayal were as commonplace to them as eating and drinking.
Therefore, the alien Planeswalker who had pledged himself to Nicol Bolas never considered Vraska one of his own. He merely regarded her as someone who could be used, nothing more.
But now, with the seed inside her body, he was finally completely at ease.
Of course, this had nothing to do with trust. He simply had confidence in his own abilities.
After all, so far, not a single person planted with one of his seeds had escaped his control.
"Can I leave now?"
Vraska deliberately put on a cold, distant expression as she questioned him.
The alien Planeswalker smiled. "Yes, you can go wherever you want now.
But remember to keep me promptly informed of everything that happens within the Guildpact.
Before the great Dragon Sovereign descends, I will completely dismantle all resistance throughout