"The Herrscher of Void—her power has already exceeded our imagination. We need your help."
Hearing that, Moros gently set down his coffee cup, an undisguised sneer appearing on his face.
He raised his head and looked straight into the mayor's eyes, his gaze as sharp as a blade.
"And what does that have to do with me?"
Moros was a necromancer.
Expecting him to fight a Herrscher for some so-called sense of justice or world peace was simply far too naive.
His principles were based solely on his own interests and will. The expectations and pleas of the masses were nothing more than passing clouds to Moros, incapable of moving him in the slightest.
Fuyuan City's mayor did not show the slightest displeasure at Moros's mockery. To climb to his current position, he had endured ridicule far harsher than this.
What was this little bit of mockery compared to that?
"Mr. Moros, we understand your position."
He took a deep breath, making his voice sound calm and sincere.
"But please understand as well that the Herrscher of Void poses an enormous threat to all of human civilization. We are not asking you to fight for justice or peace. We hope that you will act for your own benefit."
He paused before continuing his explanation.
"After all, if the Herrscher of Void continues to wreak havoc, the entire world will descend into chaos, and your resource supply network will inevitably be affected as well."
"So you're threatening me?"
Moros raised a brow, a glint of cold light flashing through his eyes.
He did not know what the rulers of the Mu Continent were thinking, but in the necromancer's eyes, if the Mu Continent's legislators thought they could make him fight a Herrscher through threats alone, they were dreaming.
If Fuyuan City's