He was already thinking of killing those greedy old bastards.
"Fool!"
The man glared at him and cursed.
"What's the harm in making promises to them? Whatever needs to be said is up to us, and what we give them depends on their future value, understand?"
Even if he promised those old guys the entire Illusion Continent, so what?
Once he has secured his power here and obtained what he wants, what use would those old guys be?
If they are no longer useful, why would he give them anything good?
By then, with the corpse sealing charms and the mother of the demonic offspring in his possession, what could those people possibly do to him? It's whatever he wants, isn't it?
Anyone who dares to defy him will face death!
Hearing the man's words, the man kneeling on the ground suddenly looked up at him.
"Master, will this work?" he asked.
