What Solam said was exactly what Malcanthet feared. Otherwise, she would not have interrupted her revelry to verify the matter. In Malcanthet's view, the pursuit of pleasure was her sacred duty, and few things could interrupt it.
But anything involving Demogorgon was an exception.
Malcanthet knew all too well what kind of being Demogorgon was. If he truly returned from the void, then Malcanthet, as a traitor, would suffer Demogorgon's most merciless retaliation. No one understood better than Malcanthet just how dangerous it was to make an enemy of Demogorgon.
"I don't know. I can only say that I'll do my best to suppress the news, so I need you to move quickly. I need you to set off right now, Kardum!" Malcanthet stared at Solam with firm eyes. Clearly, she had no intention of bargaining with him.
Solam nodded.
"No problem. I accept your terms. But let me make this clear first: I can help you wage war against Kostchtchie, but I can't guarantee I'll get the item. There are too many variables involved. That's my bottom line. I'm willing to reconcile, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to become your subordinate! And by the way, my name is Solam now. I don't intend to use that stupid name Kardum anymore."
Solam was not about to guarantee anything. He had only come to show goodwill, so helping Malcanthet attack Kostchtchie was already the limit of what he would do. As for any other promises, Solam was not foolish enough to make meaningless guarantees.
"Very well... Lord Solam!" Malcanthet paused before continuing, "Xianna will represent me and accompany you. As long as you can defeat Kostchtchie, leave the rest to her." Malcanthet did not mind Solam's evasiveness. In fact, even if Solam had not hedged his words, Malcanthet would have