Silence fell over the Church once more.
Ryze closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. After quickly weighing things in his mind, he opened his eyes.
"Holy Son, you're right."
Ryze's tone was firm.
"If Great Xia is destroyed by the Demon Clan, Terra won't be able to survive on its own."
"I understand that when the lips are gone, the teeth are left exposed."
He stood, descended two steps, and drew a little closer to Lin Mo.
"Naturally, all our races are deeply grateful for Great Xia's help back then, which allowed us to survive and drive the Demon Clan off this continent."
"The Holy Human Race has kept that kindness in our hearts. Now it's time for us to repay it."
"With Great Xia in danger, the Holy Human Race certainly won't stand by and do nothing."
Lin Mo felt a little more at ease.
"However." Ryze's tone shifted slightly.
"Holy Son, your relationship with the Holy Human Race is one matter. Relations between nations are another."
"If you were personally in trouble, every member of the Holy Human Race would help you with all our strength, without any conditions."
He looked at Lin Mo, his gaze frank but unyielding.
"But this time, it is the nation behind you that needs help."
"The Holy Human Race isn't mine alone. I have a responsibility to secure the interests our entire race deserves."
"I hope you understand, Holy Son."
Lin Mo froze for a moment, then smiled and nodded.
What he feared most wasn't that the other party would set conditions, but that they would refuse outright.
If they were willing to set conditions, there was a chance.
"You're right, Lord Ryze."
Lin Mo spoke openly.
"Cooperation between nations and races should be fair and mutually beneficial. We