1121: Chapter 640 No Eternal Enemies 1121: Chapter 640 No Eternal Enemies General Gaven and Katherine had just left when two figures swiftly flew right above the battlefield.
The man clad in traditional robe with a handso middle-aged appearance is naturally Mammon, the Dark Castle Chairman.
The other person, also dressed in a black Archmage robe and wearing a battle throat guard covering not only the throat but even half of the forehead, exposed only a pair of deep black eyes.
It was difficult to discern any emotions from those eyes; all that could be seen was endless calmness.
This person was none other than the highest leader of the Santarin Association, known as the Legendary Mage and Moon Sea Tyrant, Manson.
Both seed able to see through the Divine Power mist of the Far Sea Marsh—a scene of bodies strewn all across—which even these two deeply cunning mages couldn’t help but gasp at.
Simmon couldn’t help but speak first, “Teacher, I apologize, this ti there was a serious mistake in my decision-making.
Not only has it depleted the Monster Force we have been operating here for years, but it has also introduced unpredictable variables to our arrangents here.”
“I taught you long ago that apologies are the least useful; since it has already happened, it cannot be undone.
All we have left is correction.” Truly as Felen’s most famous old fox, Manson’s self-control was top-notch, his expression quickly returned to calm, “Have you thought of a corrective asure?”
“The best corrective asure is to make General Gaven one of our own.
As long as he joins the Dark Intelligence Network, the entire High Road will naturally open up.
Not just the High Road, but through the Conqueror Path he paves, our influence can even extend to Thacel and along the shores of Steam Lake.
Bozor has always been unwilling to share his intelligence network with us in Minta,” Simmon clearly had a plan in mind.
“Have you found an entry point?” Manson asked in return.
Judging from this man’s arrangents, he’s soone with great ambition,” Simmon respectfully replied, “It’s not fear of ambition that’s worriso; it’s fear of having no desire at all.
You taught that.
I believe that in this world, no one can reject the friendship offered by our Dark Intelligence Network.”
By the end, Simmon’s expression revealed profound confidence, reflecting his confidence in the influence of the Santarin Association.
Many people harbored intense hostility, disdain, and even hatred towards the Santarin Association before joining.
But once they enjoyed the conveniences, more wealth, and greater power that the Dark Intelligence Network brought them, they would beco the organization’s fervent believers, becoming its staunchest supporters.
This is also why the Santarin Association, despite its notorious reputation throughout Felen, still firmly occupies the Moon Sea Region and continues to exert influence over the entire Northern Lands.
There’s a saying in the Dark Intelligence Network that people are born on a scale of good and evil; whether they walk on the path of good or evil is a temporary choice.
They could switch sides at any ti.
The Dark Intelligence Network doesn’t teach people how to beco evil; it only stimulates the dark desires deep within their hearts, making them a part of this vast network—everything is a choice originating from the depths of their hearts.
“This matter needs to be handled carefully,” Manson affird Simmon’s thoughts, “With soone like this, we should never try to manipulate them into joining us but instead make him feel that everything is originating from his own ideas.
Then he will willingly join us.”
This Legendary Mage also had great confidence in his Dark Organization.
Regarding the losses brought to the Santarin Association by Gaven on two occasions, they bore no grudge since it was a proof of his ability.
If he hadn’t demonstrated his prowess, why would they go to great lengths to recruit him?
In this world, there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests.
Bringing him into the Santarin Association now would bring benefits far exceeding those of remaining enemies.
Many things could be overlooked.
This has always been the guiding principle of the Santarin Association until they determine that the other’s hypocrisy is ingrained to the core and they are of no use to them.
Then they would wage full-scale war against them, like the Harpists who repeatedly thwart their plans in the Valley.
No mber of the Santarin Association would waste ti and effort on them; they are just a group of troublemakers, wielding the banner of goodness, doing things that harm others and may not benefit themselves (generally benefiting others, a perfect example of Chaotic Good).
“Rest assured, teacher, I know what to do.” Simmon sighed in relief, aware that this misstep was now passed as long as Manson did not hold him accountable.
No one else in the Santarin Association could interfere with Dark Castle matters, not even the second-in-command Bozor.
Turning his gaze back to the Far Sea Marsh, Simmon asked, “Teacher, how should we handle things here?
With all this commotion, many who have never spared Goblin Margins and the Far Sea Marsh a second glance may start focusing here.
Keeping the truth about this place under wraps might not be so easy.”
“Do you think soone will report this to the Prince of Lies?”
“Yes.”
Manson replied aningfully, “Those who wish to do so lack the capability, and those with the capability to do so, will not do it.
Once carried out, they would have no connection whatsoever with this piece of Godhood.
They didn’t do it before, so they won’t do it now or in the future, especially after once again witnessing a Demigod’s Ascension.”
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