Under the cover of night, the Java region lay in dead silence. Even the insects had lost their once-deafening chirps, hiding deep underground without daring to make the slightest sound.
Inside the hidden Golden Jar Company branch at the end of an alley, everyone was gathered. Anita, who was sorting through the company personnel list, was burdened with worries. Things had already reached this point.
The only thing on their minds now was how to lure the Goat Devil to the sealing site they had prepared in advance.
Everything had clearly been arranged long ago, yet getting their prey to step into a specific trap had become an enormous problem.
They needed an exceptionally convincing reason. They could not simply make up the existence of Lucifer or Satan and expect to deceive it. They needed to present some actual facts. The Goat-Man Devil was not stupid, nor would it rashly act based on some wild speculation.
It was an existence on the level of a Hell Lord, and no one knew how long it had lived.
Even if a pig lived for a thousand years, its ability to predict and recognize dangers would certainly not be inferior to a human's, much less the Goat-Man Devil's.
Moreover, the best approach was not to tell it where danger lay and urge it to deal with it.
Devils like it were suspicious by nature. The more eagerly they offered information, the more suspicious it would become. Only if it discovered the problem itself, sensed the threat itself, and willingly chose to go there would it truly believe in it.
They had to provide some real information, let it uncover deeper clues, and then make it go of its own accord. The balance had to be handled perfectly. Even the slightest mistake would arouse