"What do you mean, half of our artifacts and a quarter of our wealth? Dark Lord, we may be weak compared to you, but we are no fools," voiced one of the elders, expressing their skepticism towards Michael's proposition.
Remaining composed, Michael calmly advanced towards them, his hand tucked behind his back. The elders couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, their tension escalating in the presence of the Dark Lord's disconcerting smile.
In response to the elder's question, Michael paused and then spoke, his words laced with calculated deceit. "The last words of your Serpent King were he wanted all of you to wait for the right moment to avenge him. His exact words were, tell those idiots to use their brains and wait for the right moment to strike, like I would have done, say these words to my elders and receive your rewards. If they don't believe you, you can always kill them all and clean out my treasury, there won't be anyone to stop you. So it's up to my elders to preserve my legacy by honoring my words and avenging me," Michael boldly lied, reaching the steps leading to the Serpent King's throne.
With an air of nonchalance, Michael leisurely sat on the stairs, his gaze fixed upon the contemplating elders. They were left pondering the validity of the Dark Lord's claim regarding their deceased king's final wishes.
undefined"Now, consider this carefully. You can either uphold your king's legacy and grant me the rewards he agreed upon, or you can choose not to believe me, leading me to clean out your treasury without any opposition. It's clear to all that you are powerless against me," Michael calmly declared, directing his attention to the elder who had previously proclaimed their intelligence.
"You claim to be no fools, so I urge you to make the wise choice. Keep half of the artifacts and the remaining wealth to seek revenge against Salesi and Evan, who work for her, and avenge your fallen king," he concluded, leaving the elders to contemplate the difficult decision before them.????????????????????????????????.????????????
The elders huddled together, their voices hushed as they engaged in a heated discussion regarding the matter at hand. Some expressed reluctance to believe that their mighty Serpent King had truly met his demise, doubting the authenticity of the words attributed to him by the Dark Lord.
"I find it hard to believe that our revered Serpent King is no more," murmured one elder, his brows furrowed with skepticism. "Are we to trust the words of this Dark Lord?"
"Even if the Dark Lord's words are false, we have no means to oppose him. It may be in our best interest to accept his terms, for losing only half of our artifacts and a quarter of our wealth is a lesser sacrifice compared to losing everything," an elder reasoned, revealing a sense of pragmatism.
Another elder chimed in, his voice tinged with wisdom. "We must consider the broader picture. Salesi and Evan, who serve her, pose a threat to our realm. Honoring the Serpent King's alleged last words by preserving half of our artifacts and retaining a portion of our wealth may indeed provide us with the means to seek revenge against them."
In the midst of their deliberation, emotions ranging from skepticism to resignation and a desire for self-preservation were evident on the faces of the elders. They weighed the risks and benefits, acknowledging the overwhelming power of the Dark Lord and the futility of resistance.
Ultimately, a collective decision began to take shape as they reluctantly accepted the reality of their situation and the necessity of making a deal with the Dark Lord. With heavy hearts and a hint of resignation, the elders prepared to honor their fallen king's supposed last words and fulfill the Dark Lord's demands, albeit with a sense of caution and a lingering doubt in their minds.
The elders reached a consensus, their voices uniting as they presented their conditions to the Dark Lord. The air was heavy with a mixture of apprehension and determination.
"We agree to your terms, Dark Lord," one of the elders spoke with a resolute tone. "But in return, you must promise to aid us in seeking revenge against Salesi and Evan when the time comes."
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A smug smile played across Michael's lips as he heard their request. His plan was unfolding just as he had envisioned, manipulating the elders to serve his ultimate agenda.
"I agree," Michael responded, his voice laced with feigned sincerity. "Rest assured, when the time comes, I will help you exact your vengeance."
The elders, feeling a glimmer of hope in their hearts, thanked the Dark Lord for his willingness to support their cause.
"Very well," one of the elders said, bowing respectfully. "Please wait here while we gather the artifacts and wealth you require."
Michael's eyes gleamed with a hint of caution as he issued a warning to the departing elders. "Remember, if you attempt to deceive me or withhold what is rightfully owed, the consequences will be dire. I trust you understand the gravity of your words."
The elders, now filled with a mixture of fear and determination, assured Michael of their sincerity. With a final nod, they disappeared from his sight, leaving him to await their return.
As Michael stood in the grand throne hall, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. His plan was progressing flawlessly, and he relished the control he had exerted over the elders. With patience and cunning, he knew he could exploit this alliance to further his own ambitions.
As Michael sat leisurely on the steps, swinging his legs back and forth, the sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention. The elders returned, led by Elder Mercia, who approached Michael with a sense of trepidation. In her outstretched hand, she held a silver space ring.
"Dark Lord, here is the ring containing what you have requested," Elder Mercia said, her voice laced with a mixture of awe and apprehension.
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