Matron Cynthia had agreed so readily because she had plans of her own.
According to the intelligence gathered over the past two days, the conservative nobles had been wiped out by the Empire's army.
Accepting Bai Xiaowen's terms amounted to making peace with the Empire. Otherwise, isolated and without support, the Drow Elves' army would only be a matter of time away from destruction at the hands of the Imperial Western Expeditionary Army.
Besides, Drow Elves were known for changing their minds in a heartbeat. Once she had tricked him into handing over the antidote, she could decide what to do next.
For now, she would let that pretty-faced human enjoy his moment. The Knosolis Tribe's army could march to Northland Province, but if that pretty-faced lord thought he could use the antidote to keep the tribe's elite forces there working for him forever, he was dreaming. So Matron Cynthia thought.
Li Shuyi whispered in the Team Channel, "Xiao Wen, should we sign a notarized contract with these Drow Elves? A verbal promise isn't worth much."
Bai Xiaowen could only smile bitterly to himself. If it were possible, a notarized contract would certainly be the safest option. To inhabitants of the Spirit Realm, a Spirit Realm Rules Notarized Contract was like an oath sworn to the god they worshiped. Breaking it came at a steep cost.
But the god the Drow Elves worshiped was unusual. Spider Queen Lolth was a capricious evil goddess who favored cunning followers above all. Breaking a contract for profit actually fit her teachings.
In short, never trust a Drow Elf's oath. A particularly treacherous Drow Elf might even please the Spider Queen by going back on her word, provided she stood to gain enough.
Still, Bai Xiaowen was not worried about proceeding without a notarized