Pranai remained silent, not actively engaging in conversation with the Great Poet.

In his view, the new king's moods were unpredictable. No one knew if the new king had easily let his sister go out of consideration for his face, or if there were hidden threats in his words.

He had to make an accurate analysis and judgment now.

If he didn't follow the new king, he might be in grave danger today.

But even if the new king spared him out of concern for the Protoss Empire's risk of monitoring the prison, he wouldn't spare his sister.

"Mr. Pranai, if you don't want to talk much, I won't force you. I just hope you can tell me your concerns and troubles. Maybe I can help you solve them."

The Great Poet didn't rush Pranai. He simply sat on his knees not far from Pranai and said slowly.

He believed that Pranai didn't not yearn for freedom. Pranai's eyes held a desire that was very similar to Xin Nuola's.

As a Demon Realm wise man, Pranai's expression at the moment was judging whether he was a rational object that could be communicated with.

This was a two-way selection process, so communication with Pranai could naturally be done slowly.

Seeing this, Antanas took a small bottle of wine and two glasses from her coat pocket, placed them in front of the Great Poet and Pranai, and poured half a glass of wine.

Xin Nuola hesitated to speak. She hadn't even seen when Antanas had swiped something from Heluo Mu Prison. It seemed that Antanas really hated Heluo Mu Prison.

Antanas's professional appearance also stunned both the Great Poet and Pranai.

But the Great Poet didn't say much, just thanked Antanas.

She was too suitable to be a bartender and waitress.

Soon, after Antanas retreated behind them like a servant again, Pranai, who had been silent for a long time, turned his gaze back to the new king.

"New King, what is your view on the current Protoss Empire?"

Pranai stared at those emerald green, rational eyes, maintaining a certain distance, and asked politely.

He rarely saw such a rational demon, but the new king was therefore full of unknown dangers. No one knew if the new king would eliminate him in the next second.

Thinking this, Pranai could only pick up the Snowfield Liquor and take a small sip to embolden himself.

If he wasn't mistaken, the new king was able to successfully infiltrate Heluo Mu Prison, and must have successfully completed a little infiltration into the Protoss Empire, while treating the Protoss Empire as a place for their demon clan's restoration plan to take root and sprout.

"There are many things that need to be changed, and I am working hard to do so."

The Great Poet thought for a moment with his chin in his hands, and replied with certainty.

He didn't mind talking slowly with Pranai like this.

"In other words, you still have hope for it?"

Pranai's words gradually slowed down.

"Of course, I am full of hope for the Protoss Empire. I will not give up on this country for any reason."

The Great Poet's voice was clear and crisp, like a promise.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Pranai picked up the glass, sipped the wine, observed, and pondered.

He could only accept this worst-case scenario.

If the new king had indeed chosen the Protoss Empire, then it was likely that he had already set himself on fire and fallen into this catastrophe.

It might even be difficult to persuade the new king to give up today.

After a long time.

"The Protoss Empire, where is the hope? I can't see a trace of hope in this country, and I can't even find a partner worthy of our cooperation."

Pranai looked at the black-haired, green-eyed woman with a lot of helplessness in his eyes, and asked,

"If you want to take me, Xin Nuola, and Antanas to annex the Protoss Empire in the future, you will definitely need corresponding partners to gradually erode this country, but…"

Pranai's words stopped here.

According to the new king's radical style, the next step was likely to directly find someone in a high position in the empire today, and make a deal with them, or directly bewitch them.

But Pranai didn't know who the new king would look for, or who he already had an agreement with.

"What do you think of Grand Sage Isis Meloyn? I think we can't do without her support as the rule maintainer in the Protoss Empire."

The Great Poet picked up the wine glass, but didn't put it to his mouth, and asked.

He was going to meet Duke Morodian Berenhard, the holder of the [Primal Tablet - Undead], after the meeting with Warden Bakas today.

"Hehe, that dull and slow old elf, after the death of Emperor Franklin, she is only fulfilling her promise to guard the Protoss Empire, and she will only react when a crisis comes, but then it will be too late."

Pranai shook his head.

It was as if he couldn't wait for Isis to die.

"..."

The Great Poet looked at Pranai's expression and felt that there was obviously a bit of personal enmity in it. The three great demons in their prison had some conflicts with the Empire's Grand Sage Isis.

"Then what about Duke Morodian Berenhard?"

The Great Poet asked again.

"Too detached from the matter, compared to the Protoss Empire, Duke Berenhard cares more about his own interests. Even if we cooperate with him, he will only regard it as seeking skin from a tiger, and always think about using us up and then cleanly destroying us."

Pranai's eyes showed resistance.

He knew this most terrifying human hero of the Protoss Empire in recent years, who had reached an unimaginably powerful level in just a few decades.

Even Pranai couldn't see through Duke Berenhard's position.

"What about the cardinal bishops of the Resurrection Church? Sigrid, the Overlord Bishop, Askesan, the Oblivion Bishop, and Amiles, the Mourning Bishop, also have the strength to compete with the former two."

The Great Poet held the wine glass and only paid attention to Pranai's reaction.

According to Pranai's idea, maybe they should prefer a third-party camp outside the Protoss Empire, which is more worthy of their demon clan's trust?

He happened to be cooperating with the Overlord Church, and even now their companies were almost merged, preparing to reorganize into a new group enterprise.

"Too ambitious, it's hard to judge whether they will backstab us first, or we will backstab them first."

Pranai stared at the reflection on the surface of the wine in the new king's glass. He knew very well what kind of humans the cardinal bishops of the Resurrection Church were.

The current Resurrection Church on the ground is more terrifying than when the Demon Realm existed.

Cooperating with the cardinal bishops may be an option to accelerate their destruction along with the Protoss Empire.

"..."

The Great Poet began to sip his wine.

He felt that Pranai's judgments were all reasonable. Even in prison, he could still analyze the situation of the Protoss Empire on the ground for the past century. This was also the reason why the Protoss Empire would imprison Pranai in the deepest part of the underground and impose the strictest restrictions.

"Then what about Loki McCarthy?"

While the king and Pranai were silent, Antanas suddenly interjected.

She wasn't sure if Pranai had heard of this name, or seen anything about Loki McCarthy on the ground of Heluo Mu through his eyes.

She didn't know exactly who Loki McCarthy was.

But earlier on the negative fifth floor, when she passed through the prison corridor office area, the prison guards talked about this name the most on the road. It seemed that he should be a figure that the Protoss Empire was looking forward to, and even had many connections and business cooperation with Heluo Mu Prison.

The black-haired, green-eyed Great Poet looked back at Antanas with a complicated expression, and Antanas shrank her neck and covered her mouth again.

"..."

But this time, Pranai was silent for a rare moment.

"A mortal body is powerless to turn the tide."

Pranai finally replied.

"?"

This surprised Antanas and Xin Nuola. They didn't expect that Pranai, the Truth, would be more optimistic about this human named Loki McCarthy than the previous imperial figures.

The implication was even that if Loki McCarthy had strength comparable to the previous people, maybe the empire still had a glimmer of hope.

It was a pity that this person lacked too much time and it was too late to save the empire.

Chapter 56 An Unfinished Chapter