"What's the price?"
Dog Bro asked the scroll.
"Everything you have..."
"If I lose everything, what do I need power for?"
Scroll: "..."
"Ahem... What I mean is, submit to me, and you'll obtain everything you desire..."
"Sorry, orcs will never be slaves!!" Dog Bro said, then crumpled it with a smack and threw it away...
David: "..."
Meanwhile, inside that enormous mechanical battleship, the lord sitting at the Main Control Console fell silent for a while. After a long time, he said to Hottel in a faint voice, "Are all you orcs... this shameless?"
Hottel froze for a moment, then nodded seriously. "Most orcs don't like wording that implies submission. Usually, if you want them to submit, you have to convince them through overwhelming force."
The flower spirit frowned. "Isn't there already one channel? Why does my lord need to keep contacting other channels?"
The lord said nothing. Beside him, a tall woman with silvery-white hair said indifferently, "You can ask a question like that? Collecting samples is an undercover mission, so naturally it isn't suitable to concentrate our forces. The more spread out we are, the higher our success rate. In any case, as long as even one person successfully brings back a sample, the mission counts as complete. And if we retrieve multiple samples, they'll be even more valuable for reference..."
The flower spirit shot the woman a cold look. "I wasn't asking you..."
The silver-haired woman's indifferent expression twitched slightly, and the veins on her forehead bulged. To be honest, if the lord had not always protected this foolish woman, she would have long since taught her what the harsh realities of society were!
The lord looked at the two girls with a bitter smile and shook his head with a sigh. Then he turned to