"Lord Caesar seems very pleased."
While Clark and his father were sharing a father-son moment, Little John Pierpont Morgan quietly approached Caesar and spoke in a low voice.
"Really? Should I cry instead of smile?"
Caesar replied with a smile that did not reach his eyes.
"Actually, we have cooperated with your church for so many years. Our usual offerings have never been lacking, and during the last mission, it was your church that targeted us first. I believe harmony brings wealth."
Little John Pierpont Morgan put it simply.
He knew the other party would not agree to his proposal. He was only saying it to test him.
Well, if the other party happened to agree, that would not be a bad thing. Just as he had said, harmony brought wealth. He was a businessman, and if things could be settled peacefully, he had no desire for bloodshed. Of course, that was on the condition that they stopped obstructing their New God Plan. But clearly, that was not an option.
The Supreme Divine Court was utterly exclusionary when it came to struggles over faith, especially on territory they already held.
In fact, if the Supreme Divine Court had made leasing the Descent Military Formation a little easier, the elite class of the US Federal would never have considered inviting new gods. They had been forced into it entirely by the Supreme Divine Court.
Little John Pierpont Morgan wanted to test just how confident they were this time and see what their true foundation was.
"Heh, what is there left to say at this point? Last time, His Highness tried to talk things over with you properly, yet you even deployed a military formation. Since we have torn off all pretenses, we might as well fight and determine who is superior."