Abandon Darkness and Turn to Light

"Since you all have questions, I might as well be frank." Rotten Ape spoke calmly. "Though this matter is small, it concerns Deepdark's century-long plan.

"By the contract above, so long as you help me bring this matter to fruition, everything in Seven Cities is yours for the taking. And that is not all. In the future, there will be additional Gifts before Anvil Elder."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere, which had just been somewhat stiff and cold, instantly became warm and lively. Every face beamed with enthusiasm.

There was not the slightest distance between them, as though Freljordians had met far from home—cherishing one another, clasping hands with tear-filled eyes.

If you were working for Anvil Elder, what else was there to say?

Go ahead and use Seven Cities however you wanted!

If you had said earlier that you worked for Anvil Elder, everyone would have been reassured.

After all, Deepdark's goods were genuinely pure. Besides, a job that let them curry favor with Anvil Elder while earning money? It was fucking profitable beyond belief!

The Disaster Lord of Decayed Wind was the first to speak. "Everything is negotiable. If Anvil Elder has need of us, we will certainly give it our all!"

The Centurion nodded decisively. "Same here!"

Du Luojia smiled silently, as though holding a flower between his fingers.

As for the Usurper... he remained as cold and obnoxious as ever, standing by with folded arms, perfectly in character: What Anvil Elder? Never heard of him! Is he really that impressive? Tell him to come let me have a look!

He looked completely unconcerned on the surface, but someone was already close to grinding his teeth to pieces.

Such a wonderful opportunity—why had old Anvil Elder not come in person? He had nearly gotten