"I only came to visit my friend. As for the Moth to Fire Council, I have no further demands."
The necromancer's blunt answer caught Councillor Eugene off guard.
He had originally thought that, with his status and experience in political struggles, he could at least glean a few clues from Moros.
But he had never expected the necromancer to refuse to play along with this political game so directly.
Seeing Councillor Eugene's slight embarrassment at Moros's answer, Councillor Wang stepped forward and deftly eased the atmosphere with his polished yet graceful manner.
"Haha, Mr. Moros and Councillor Eugene are both steadfast pillars of human civilization in its fight against the Honkai. As the saying goes, great minds think alike. We should join hands and move forward together, valuing harmony above all."
His words were like an exquisitely woven brocade. On the surface, they seemed to offer praise and advocate unity, but beneath them lay deeper meaning—a trap cleverly woven from words.
No matter how Moros answered, he would be tacitly acknowledging the Moth to Fire Council's central position in the fight against the Honkai.
This subtle yet brilliant calculation drew admiring looks from the councillors present.
Unfortunately, Moros did not take the bait at all.
He merely maintained a polite smile and fixed his gaze on Councillor Wang's face.
True, as a necromancer who had not yet completely shed his human form, Moros did not possess a lich's signature paralyzing gaze.
Even so, the faintly hostile gaze of a demigod was enough to trigger an ordinary person's survival instincts.
What was more, Councillor Wang had undergone enhancement surgery developed by Mobius, giving him senses far beyond those of a normal human.
That superhuman perception was usually a buff, but right now, it was a very real debuff.
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