"Caw caw caw, Young Master, this is the warrior race—the Saiyans."
Little Eight landed on Green's shoulder, pointing a wing at Bibiro and his group in the corridor beyond the hall entrance.
Because Green was needed to preside over the Dimensional Sphere and use the Perpetual Motion Machine's infinite energy to sustain multiple frozen tunnels, ensuring the wizards' mining efficiency for the Heart of the Taiyi Magnetstone World, he could not stay away from the planet's core for long.
"Mhm."
Setting down the book in his hand, Green leaned on the Extreme Abyss Magic Staff and slowly rose from his beast-hide chair, gazing toward the outside of the hall.
Elemental wizards mostly gave people the impression of frail, learned scholars, and Green was no exception. At first glance, he seemed to pose no threat at all.
"Friends of the Saiyan race who have come from afar, I already know why you are here. Rest assured, the Wizard World not only has sufficient resources to employ the Saiyan race, but also a broad enough heart to embrace you, allowing the Saiyans' instinct for battle to be fully unleashed. More importantly, the Wizard World has sufficient strength and has formed a vast enough Wizard Alliance. Within the Wizard Alliance, races similar to the Saiyans number in the hundreds of millions. The Alliance fears no challenger."
As he spoke, Green paused. His three-colored eyes stared fixedly at Bibiro as he said in a low voice, "So then, does the Saiyan race intend to join the Wizard Alliance and become a part of the Alliance under wizard rule, or do you intend to exist in an employment relationship?"
By then, led by the Demon Doll and Blood Rain, the Saiyans had already entered the hall. They sat stiffly in the elemental chairs, their gazes