After Beliel left with a spirited expression, Borton immediately returned to his earlier lazy, carefree demeanor. Half-reclining in his chair, he smugly asked Verafa, "Well? How was my performance?"
Verafa rolled her eyes at the man whose true nature had been completely exposed and pursed her lips. "So-so."
That was what she said, but in her heart, she still approved of his performance.
The Crimson Galaxy, where the Blood Demon Legion was based, was the only bargaining chip they could produce. After all, even if Soap wanted to move against the other galaxies, it would be difficult. The Crimson Galaxy still needed him to coordinate its tangled web of factions and ensure a smooth handover. As for the other galaxies, without an acquaintance to guide him, this fake lord probably wouldn't even be able to find a way in!
Thus, according to the original plan, all the galaxies would be taken over by people sent by the former demon races, while Soap slowly familiarized himself with them. As for Dylan Demon, they would use Verafa's Crimson Galaxy to negotiate an exchange of interests.
The high-ranking Blood Demon scions in the Crimson Galaxy had all followed Sabo for many years. They were loyal to her and Sabo, but not particularly attached to their own race. Persuading them would be easy. As long as she explained that the Emerald Galaxy had better opportunities, she could bring them all over.
The handover basically wouldn't encounter any mishaps. The crucial question was whether Dylan Demon's appetite could be satisfied!
As their mother clan, they would certainly make exorbitant demands. She hadn't expected this fake lord to handle it rather well. First, he had made all sorts of excuses and delayed matters, wearing down their patience. Then today, he had laid his cards on the