Apparently, they were anxious about the impending battle.
"There's nothing you can't ask." The Cardinal said indifferently, gesturing for him to sit down.
"At present, the situation is treacherous. How have you fared in gathering information about the Demon Race?"
Owen, hearing this, hurriedly reported: "Reporting to you, my lord, I have already met with the envoy from the Demon Race."
"They expressed their willingness to send troops to assist us and jointly resist the Dark Empire."
"However..." At this point, he hesitated for a moment.
It seemed there were some difficult words to say.
"Whatever it is, just say it." The Cardinal coldly smiled, staring directly at him.
The gaze was piercing, making one's blood run cold.
"Yes, my lord." Owen swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice: "The terms of the Demon Race are, after overthrowing Zhang Beixing, they want to divide his territory and wealth equally."
"And... and they also have quite an interest in Princess Alina..."
