Emerald Castle – Top Floor, Council Chamber.
"Master, you're not seriously planning to demand nine Tier-11 Creature Dwellings from the Kingdom of the Night Elves as compensation, are you?" Cicero stepped out from the shadows, his voice low as he addressed Ethan.
Honestly, it wasn't surprising that Thalor had lost his composure earlier. Even Cicero, hearing the demand now, thought it was absurd—completely unrealistic.
It was a classic case of asking for the moon. There wasn't a shred of sincerity in that offer—no real intention to negotiate.
"Of course not," Ethan replied with a smirk. "But that kind of outrageous demand? That's exactly what we need. Something so over-the-top that he has no choice but to refuse. That way, we've got a reason to blow things up."
"Blow things up?" Cicero blinked, caught off guard.
Then, narrowing his eyes, he looked at Ethan with a mix of suspicion and realization. "Master… you're not thinking of…"
Ethan just smiled, offering no explanation.
