In the golden hall, Malcolm's eyes were unusually deep, filled with a kind of wisdom that did not seem to match a dwarf.
Ethan had been watching him, and Malcolm had also been watching Ethan.
The fact that a Demon Duke had come to the Undercity as an envoy showed that the Demon Clan did have some sincerity.
But not much.
Still, that was not what Malcolm cared about. He only cared about one thing: how much benefit the Red Dwarves Clan could gain.
"Well... that's not very convenient to reveal. But we are very confident that we can take Earth with the smallest possible losses."
"Of course, that is only if you can help the Demon Clan forge that item." A smile appeared on Ethan's face again.
He had actually arrived at the Undercity two days ago, but Malcolm had refused to see him the whole time.
He had already spent two boring days in the Undercity.
