Behemoth shoved his palms on the ground, leaning closer. Breath ragged, eyes wide, he stuttered. "A-Are you sure you can? Is it related to your talent, magic, or something else? Please, you have to tell me."
Noticing Adam raise a brow, he coughed over his clenched fist to stop his voice from cracking and continued. "Not for free, of course. You saw my foundry and skilled dwarfs. You can have them."
But he only saw Adam shrug the incredible offer.
He bit his lip, doubling down... No tripling. After all, he didn't care about this sick entertainment. The only thing that mattered was personal power. More and more, enough to not be mere pawns—enough to rip the gods to shreds. "I'll give you my lord badge and territories and form an unconditional alliance."
Adam tucked his fingers around his chin, a pensive frown creasing his brows.