Pranai's gaze fixed on the Great Love Poet, as if seeking some spiritual comfort. As the leader of the Great Demon Clan, the other party's judgment would directly determine the final survival of their demon world.

"Loki McCarthy can bring us rule-based advantages and a voice at the negotiating table, maximizing the possibility of preventing the enemy from overturning the table. But accordingly, his problem is that even with us, his martial strength may still not be enough to support deterring the opponent from overturning the table... I am very sure that he lacks martial support right now."

Pranai continued to explain his previous concerns to the Great Love Poet.

"Why can you make such a judgment?"

The Great Love Poet placed his glass on the stone table and leaned forward slightly.

If the previous words were all inferences that no one could confirm were correct or incorrect, then only the last sentence, "Loki McCarthy lacks martial support right now," was spoken by Pranai with absolute accuracy.

The reason he came to Helrom Prison was precisely to obtain the power to fight against the Cardinal.

Lanchi was curious as to what Pranai had seen through unstable intermittent future vision or clairvoyance, or whether there was another reason.

Pranai gazed at the black-haired, green-eyed figure's earnest listening expression, and hesitated for a moment.

The new king's eyes seemed to completely believe his words, without a hint of doubt or suspicion.

He had been prepared for not being recognized.

Now, on the contrary, he was a little afraid to continue speaking.

This trust and respect were a little too heavy.

But being watched by those expectant emerald eyes, Pranai gritted his teeth and decided to continue speaking:

"If Loki McCarthy can really obtain this martial deterrence, supporting him to have the strength to maintain the Protoss Empire's table from being overturned, and he is a truly perceptive person belonging to the Protoss Empire, he will become a major variable for the enemies of the Protoss Empire to destroy the Protoss Empire... Once the enemy notices this trend, Loki McCarthy will definitely not live long. Someone will soon eliminate him at all costs, even if the cost of killing him is very high and difficult, the other party will definitely attempt it."

Pranai felt that the reason why Loki McCarthy had been able to live until now was that, on the one hand, in the eyes of the enemies lurking in the Protoss Empire, Loki McCarthy's current threat was not that great, so they let him live.

On the other hand, it was because Loki McCarthy had risen too fast, at an incredible speed, and was himself an embodiment of variables.

But once Loki McCarthy tries to further contact the Protoss Empire's top combat power, someone will definitely eliminate him before Loki McCarthy obtains this support.

This is the current game of the Protoss Empire.

Pranai's voice dissipated in the empty, frosty prison cell. He quietly waited for the new king's reaction.

He hoped to make the new king understand how slim their demon world's chances of profiting as a fisherman were.

Although this might not be what the new king wanted to hear, he still had to say it, not only for his sister and compatriots, but also because he did not want the young new king to fall here.

The black-haired, green-eyed figure picked up his glass in thought and took a sip.

He found that drinking was indeed quite a feeling, provided that he didn't use his own body to drink.

"I think now, if the demon world's king a hundred years ago had been willing to listen to you completely, perhaps the ending would have been different."

The Great Love Poet's eyes were full of regret, and a smile crossed his lips as he said to Pranai.

Whenever he recalled first arriving at Helrom City Station, the majestic brass music and religiously colored strings, the organ and the constantly rising scales of the treble seemed to be telling the urgency that war would never stop, leaving only the illusion of infinitely rising tones in his mind, not knowing when it would fall.

The heavy history of the Demon Clan's Holy War had been engraved in his bones, and from beginning to end, he had not waited for a gentle melody and harmonious harmony.

Originally, Pranai might have had the hope of preventing all of this from happening a hundred years ago, but no demons listened to Pranai.

But now, Lanchi felt differently. He hoped that the next time he came to Helrom City, he would be able to hear a hopeful and liberating finale to this music.

Pranai's eyes flickered slightly, stunned when he heard the new king's answer.

He stared into the new king's pupils, not knowing what the new king had seen, or what he was pondering.

That clear emerald green, naturally filled with compassion and consideration, seemed to reflect the world. Pranai had never seen any demon with such eyes.

"...I can't bear the new king's praise, but I think, if the demon world's king a hundred years ago was you, even without me, the ending would be different."

Pranai lowered his head to the black-haired, green-eyed figure in front of him and said softly.

If he hadn't misunderstood, the other party's implication was to put him in the position of the demon world's second-in-command.

But his response was also hoping that the other party could let him go. He couldn't bear this expectation.

This made the Great Love Poet stare at Pranai in confusion for a long time.

"Pranai, come with me. Wouldn't it be good for me to protect you?"

The Great Love Poet spoke slowly again, asking.

"...Why are you so fixated on a useless, shameful demon like me?"

Pranai, who had not raised his head for a long time, could feel the other party's eyes full of favoritism even without meeting his gaze, making him afraid to look directly at this fiery radiance.

Only this enthusiasm would not be fake, and even made Pranai have a kind of intuition in his heart for some reason—even if he rejected the new king today, she would not do anything to him, and would only respect his choice.

When Pranai was full of hope, he failed to meet a monarch who believed in him in the flourishing demon world.

When Pranai had already given up on everything, he happened to meet an ideal new king in the worst of times.

The new king's intention to not give up on the Protoss Empire was obvious, but if he insisted on going his own way, it was likely that they would be completely destroyed again.

Pranai was in a state of confusion, unsure whether it was the strong wine that disturbed his spirit, or whether it was the demonic sound that shook his will. He even began to have some conflicts of wanting to follow the new king to fly into the fire like moths.

Not far away.

Antanas, who was quietly waiting next to the stone table, took out a bag of cookies from his pocket and gave half to Xin Nuola, which made Xin Nuola stunned. She didn't know how many things Antanas had pilfered from the prison, and why did he pilfer all the food?

Antanas had already turned into a state of watching a play. He was very sure that the new king's heart-to-heart talk was about to begin.

The new king could obviously conquer Pranai through coercion and inducement, but the new king habitually liked to attack the other party emotionally.

(End of this chapter)