Of course, Dago knew full well that everything Havid had done was out of consideration for Baker.
This preferential treatment did not stem from reverence for the strong.
It stemmed from the transfer of power.
In this wizard social circle filled with exchanges of interest.
A person's value was often measured by the forces behind them.
After briefly getting acquainted with the Progress Society members present, they began discussing the contest. No one paid Dago any more attention.
A tangible spiritual force field flowed around the long table.
The blue-haired youth, Claire, tapped his fingers against the tabletop.
He was provoking Baker, and testing his bottom line.
"Resource allocation has never been decided by talking, Baker."
Claire's voice was as cold as ice.
"Without enough Magic Stones and potion reserves, your plan is nothing but a castle in the air."
Baker's expression remained unchanged, but a trace of gloom flashed through his eyes.
"The Progress Society's purpose is resource exchange, not charity."
Clearly, no one truly took Baker's words during his argument with the blue-haired youth Claire to heart. Perhaps Baker had only wanted to irritate the young wizard Claire, who had always been at odds with him.
Dago tactfully stood among the crowd as a "nobody." When the Progress Society meeting was nearly over, he casually found an excuse to leave.
He walked out of the luxurious magic tent.
The murky air outside instead made him feel a hint of reality.
The strategies, alliances, and distributions discussed by those so-called "geniuses."
All seemed like children playing house in his eyes.
Before absolute power and brutal laws of survival.
Contracts were more fragile than toilet paper.
Dago was indifferent to Baker pulling him into the "Progress Society."
This was also an equivalent exchange.
Baker needed more bargaining chips to increase