Meng Young Master was softly explaining things to the evil god from this world who had approached them. "Just now, the esteemed Lord of Concealment took away the potions we had just collected.
"And most of the others have probably already ended up in Mr. Hill's hands.
"It really isn't that we're unwilling to part with them... Lady Iggwilv, we don't have that kind of standing.
"Almost no undead would choose our side over Mr. Hill.
"Please don't bring money into this.
"Compared to him, even Toril's Goddess of Wealth is penniless!
"No undead would be stupid enough to offend him!
"Yes, that includes us.
"If you're planning anything else, we're absolutely willing to join you.
"But going against Hill... absolutely not.
"Unless you say the wealth you can offer us far exceeds what Waukeen can provide, and that you absolutely won't back out halfway, we could only reluctantly agree.
"As you know, we only recognize contracts between us if they're written on our Lord of Justice's contract paper and stamped with the Lord of Justice's emblem.
"We won't recognize anything else.
"Never mind the cleanest contract paper in Hell. Even if Asmodeus himself showed up, it wouldn't help.
"If you want to work with us undead, either there's no contract, or it has to go through William."
Cunlü tilted her head.
Although this fellow's words were rather blunt, they were very honest.
In fact, only someone who genuinely wanted to work with the other party would spell things out so clearly.
If he just wanted to stir up trouble, the best approach would be to leave the other party confused and unaware of the situation.
That way, the NPC could cause much bigger problems.
As things stood, even if Iggwilv was dissatisfied with Meng Young Master's answer, she surely