"Then, to the rest of you, what do you have to say about this war?" Ye Luo turned to the mages from the other five kingdoms, an expectant smile on his face.
"Two hundred Demon Cores of intermediate grade or above per person. Our Rosess Guild is also willing to pay two hundred Demon Cores per person as ransom!"
Ye Luo nodded in satisfaction. "Ye Meng, add another large suite!"
"Our Krellbird Magic Guild will likewise offer two hundred Demon Cores of intermediate grade or above per person!"
"Sidi Magic Guild, two hundred Demon Cores of intermediate grade or above per person!"
"Damn it, have you all gone mad? What are you doing? Wagging your tails and begging before a Demon Beast? He is a Demon Beast! Once you hand over the resources your guilds have accumulated for a hundred years, he will only send you into the Nether Realm full of regret!" a mage suddenly shouted.
Ye Luo chuckled. "Oh, looks like I've run into someone with backbone... Kid, which magic guild are you from?"
"Keren Magic Guild! Demon Beast, we humans will never submit to you!!!" the mage declared indignantly.
Ye Luo rubbed his chin. "No wonder you refuse to pay the ransom—you're from the Keren Magic Guild. But that works out perfectly. Even if you were willing to pay, I wasn't planning to take it! Besides, two hundred Demon Cores per person isn't called submission. It's called... a gift! A gift between us, one meant to erase misunderstandings and barriers! So stop yelling there and trying to sow discord. Keep shouting that loudly, and I might set the dogs on you!" As he spoke, Ye Luo glanced at Ye You.
Ye You froze, shooting Ye Luo an immensely resentful look. Then he turned toward the man with