Alvin, Full of Cunning

In Alvin's eyes, these Chaos Lords were like tops, just begging to be slapped!

You could speak to them nicely, and not a single one would listen. But once a slap landed, they finally understood what pain was, and every last one of them became cooperative.

Seeing the fear in their eyes, Alvin touched the "head" Afkar had hacked off and tossed his way, then looked around at them. "Everyone, I know you're angry and resentful, but that's all right. I'm a magnanimous man. I don't mind."

At those words, their faces twisted.

You're magnanimous?

Then what was that about the person you shot dead just because you thought his smile was too ugly?!

But with a gun pointed at their foreheads, they dared not vent their anger. All they could do was force out strained smiles and agree with him, one after another, flattering him as they did.

"Everyone, I don't know what you're thinking, and I don't want to know."

Alvin seemed to have returned to his earlier calm demeanor. He tapped the table. "But you should all understand how important Avalon is. Abaddon was already pressing us about it yesterday. I'm sure you understand what that means."

Abaddon was pressing them about it?

The news made the expressions of the many Chaos Warband Lords change once more.

That was exactly what Alvin wanted. He continued, "Let me be clear from the outset: if anyone gets in the way of Abaddon's plans, don't blame me for reporting his name to Abaddon."

The Warband Lords' faces twisted.

So you're going to report us. Did you really have to say it so bluntly? Were you afraid they wouldn't cooperate after they went back?!

"All right, everyone. You should head back as soon as possible."

Alvin waved his hand. "I hope