"Hmph! You make it sound so easy. Do you think I didn't want to establish an intelligence network in the Abyss? The problem is that it's simply impossible! If you're capable, why don't you do it?" Zaebos was no fool. Naturally, he caught the barbs hidden in those words and immediately fired back.
He knew Pearza was simply jealous that he was in charge of intelligence. Baator invested enormously in intelligence every year, and as the intelligence chief, Zaebos naturally skimmed a share from it. This was an unspoken rule in Baator, so it was perfectly understandable for others to envy and resent him. But this juicy prize was already in Zaebos's hands, and there was no way he would ever give it up. So he would rather die than take the blame for this.
"Enough, enough. This isn't the time to investigate whose responsibility it is. Let's continue discussing Baalzebul's report." Dagos, one of the Dark Eight, stepped forward at this point to play the peacemaker.
Yet those seemingly inoffensive words made Zaebos grit his teeth in secret. Dagos appeared to be smoothing things over, but what was he really doing? Between the lines, he had already defined the nature of the matter. "This isn't the time to investigate responsibility?" That meant it was already obvious who was responsible. Wasn't he plainly saying that Zaebos should be held accountable?
But Zaebos could not very well keep arguing with Dagos. After all, Dagos had already said they needed to discuss serious business now, so he could only swallow his anger. It was clear from this that Dagos was an absolute master of court intrigue.
"Send more troops? But... what about logistics?" Zapan, who had remained silent until now, spoke up.
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