In the Name of Empress-Chapter 625 - 361: Observer Sofia

As the handsome White Demon suddenly appeared, the remaining members of the Dark Race retreated, subtly surrounding Christine who had landed. Should negotiations fail, they would act immediately.

Christine, who had expended a great amount of energy shaking the space, took the opportunity to catch her breath, standing her ground without moving an inch.

Sif, who had been slaying the Blood Demon on the outskirts, walked leisurely to Roland’s side, adding to his negotiation leverage.

She said nothing, allowing Roland to take the lead in the negotiations.

"Far from enough, who can assure that you will keep your word?" Roland slowly shook his head, handing the Endless Letter to Sif with his hands behind his back, then gestured in sign language to briefly explain the function of the letter.

Seeing the uniquely shaped letter, Sif’s expression changed slightly.

The first family letter Roland sent after going to the Vladimir Empire was written on the same kind of paper.

When she received the family letter, she immediately judged that this letter had an unusual material, but she didn’t know it had such a heaven-defying function.

Sif abruptly remembered something, realizing that Sofia had seen the letters she exchanged with Roland clearly.

Her cheeks flushed, inwardly cursing Sofia.

Shameless old maiden, so keen on spying on privacy?

In her fury, Sif was suddenly chilled by a creeping sensation from behind. When she wrote these letters, she didn’t know Sofia could see the contents, so she spoke with complete abandon.

Insulting terms like ’old maiden’ came in a continuous stream, and she had also ruthlessly mocked Sofia’s governance policies.

Won’t the old hag really be angry?

Sif felt a little guilty, but then she regained her righteousness.

Why should she feel guilty, it’s not her fault. She was just speaking the truth, Sofia’s spying on people showed questionable character, why should she take responsibility?

Though she kept instilling in herself the mental stamp of "it’s fine", Sif still stood silently behind Roland, feeling somewhat guilty.

Roland didn’t notice Sif’s expression, as business was urgent. He couldn’t inquire about Sif’s effort in dealing with the Blood Demon, so he could only give her a reassuring look.

The Elves had means to restrain the Blood Demon, nothing much to worry about.

However, he himself got injured protecting Christine, who lost control on the battlefield, which is the occupational characteristic of a Holy Knight - sacrificing oneself to protect teammates.

Facing Roland’s skepticism, the handsome White Demon wasn’t surprised.

Questioning the identity of the negotiation object is, for one, to ensure the negotiations are meaningful, and two, to overpower the opponent in momentum.

No matter how you explain, your momentum would always lose a beat.

The handsome White Demon let out a wanton and hearty laugh, his flamboyant voice reverberating over the ruins of the music hall:

"A descendant of the Lord of Darkness, the third Governor of the Dark Side needing to prove their qualification for negotiation, that’s the biggest joke. If you think I don’t have the qualification, then there’s no need to talk."

The handsome White Demon’s counterattack also adhered well to the principles of negotiation.

Don’t fall into the trap of self-justification.

If someone says you’re unqualified and you start explaining, you’ve already started on the back foot.

The handsome White Demon’s counterattack, at least in the eyes of the remaining Dark Race members, was very much to their taste. As a direct bloodline of the King of the Dark Race, he indeed had the qualification to speak such words.

Facing the handsome White Demon’s counterattack, Roland smiled slightly, ending the match with just one sentence.

"This is not the Dark Side, this is Rodinia."

The handsome White Demon maintained a calm expression, but a hint of anger in his eyes was accurately caught by Roland.

Roland could understand his irritation.

To be fair, Roland’s negotiation rhetoric was somewhat aggressive.

He spared no reason, directly pointing out the core advantage.

Though in this localized battleground at the music hall ruins, the Dark Race and its lackeys temporarily held the upper hand, in the entire dimensional struggle, humans held an unshakeable advantage.

Though Roland didn’t explicitly say it, he knew the other party understood - if the Dark Race truly had the ability to confront directly, they wouldn’t have come secretly.

Unless the handsome White Demon could keep Roland and his party entirely here, he would remain at a negotiation disadvantage.

If he had the advantage, it should be Roland with a chain strapped on as a self-destruct threat.

After a speechless silence, the handsome White Demon spread his hands, shrugging with a self-mocking smile:

"It seems I can’t scare you, you’ve won."

Though at a disadvantage, the handsome White Demon still wouldn’t give up.

Roland held the advantage, so he sought to downplay it.

His explanation could nearly be interpreted as "oh, come on, I was just joking" or "you can’t seriously take a joke, can you?"

Facing the handsome White Demon’s slick demeanor, Roland looked at him with an expressionless face, as if watching a clown.

Disadvantages should look like disadvantages; there’s no room for trying to muddle through.

To avoid wasting words, Roland turned his gaze to Christine, who had regained considerable strength.

Negotiations are like this: someone has to play the good cop and someone the bad cop.

The pressure, Roland couldn’t impose it himself, or the negotiations would collapse on site.

At this moment, a person responsible for pressuring was needed.

No one was more suitable than Christine, who represented Light.

Her cool voice sounded like pronouncing a death sentence.

"The advent of Light, the retreat of Darkness, no one can change that. Even if the cost is my own life, I will destroy the space rift, leaving you to face endless space turbulence."

The handsome White Demon’s face, already pale, lacked any trace of blood.

Some people, when delivering threats, might even excite their enemies, but Christine was different; she truly dared.

Willfully sacrificing one’s life to destroy the opposing faith’s belief, indeed, something only a fanatic could do.

The atmosphere fell silent again.

The handsome White Demon didn’t further provoke Christine, nor did he question whether she still had the ability to destroy after such heavy exertion.