The negotiation between Roland and Milones ended quickly.
The main direction was already determined, and both sides could only pull on insignificant details, so the speed was swift.
After all, it’s a major event concerning the future of the realm, negotiations must show so attitude, it can’t just be casually agreed upon.
After the agreent was confird, no written docunts were left.
Who would want to sign such a clandestine agreent, who are weighty figures?
Once sothing goes wrong in the future, it’s assured to peg soone as a traitor or insider, impossible to wash away.
The only guarantee for this agreent is power, and only power.
This fragile agreent is based on the mutual balance of power between the Lord of the Dark and Sofia.
If there is too great a disparity in strength, one could easily wipe out the other, rendering any agreent useless.
The agreent is only valid until it is torn apart.
Even in tis of peace, when there’s a huge disparity in strength, agreents can’t protect the weak, like in the days of the Val City State.
Sofia felt they were unnecessary, and they were wiped out.
Roland and Sif felt supporting them would be beneficial against Sofia, and they lived again.
Regarding their own opinions, they didn’t matter at all.
An agreent needs only a general frawork.
After Roland and Milones’ intense negotiations, the agreent stipulated that the Dark Race must completely withdraw from the Rodinia Continent, and Sofia generously gave them the South Continent she didn’t want.
During the Age of Gods, the existing continents were still a whole, and the ancestral ho of the Dark Race remained on the South Continent after the tectonic drift.
Although being expelled from the Civilized World is sowhat displeasing, Milones did not object.
The great Demon Emperor’s strength was not inferior to that of the peak Sofia, but he is the Demon Emperor, he wouldn’t dare go against Sofia.
The Dark Race believes in the supremacy of strength, Milones did not find Sofia’s dominance problematic; he even found Sofia overly benevolent.
Being able to return ho was enough, as for whether the civilization of the South Continent is developed, Milones did not care.
He even thought it better for the local natives to be more ignorant, easier to develop the Secondary Dark Race.
The only question was how to migrate the spatial rift?
Sofia did not say, and he dared not ask.
Just as he hesitated about whether to ask Roland for help, Roland’s expression suddenly beca solemn.
"The great Her Majesty Saint Sophia is about to arrive, be prepared for her reception."
Milones hurriedly put down the warhamr in his hand, let his hands droop, and bowed his head respectfully, waiting.
In the Dark Side world where the strong are revered, a powerhouse like Sofia could give orders as she pleased; Milones wouldn’t dare go against a superpower comparable to the Demon Emperor.
He wasn’t aware that Sofia’s current power, while exceeding his and Roland’s, was limited.
Sofia had determined her future path but had to let go of her forr peak to start from scratch.
Reality proved that the range of the word "soon" is very broad.
It could be one minute, or it could be a long ti.
Those who often wait for leaders to inspect the work know how long this wait can be.
Sofia could of course arrive imdiately, but she had already lied to Roland, saying she had so matters to attend, she couldn’t just say she’ll be there soon and arrive quickly.
Sitting in the café across the street to watch the show isn’t sothing she would admit to.
Sofia simply went out for a circle before floating back from over a hundred miles away.
After about an hour of waiting, this Empress, who walked from across the square taking a detour of over a hundred miles, finally arrived late.
"Sorry, it seems I’m late."
Sofia said with a blank expression.
The tone did not seem apologetic; instead, it reminded those present that this delay should not be ntioned any further.
Roland certainly wouldn’t bring it up, even though waiting for an hour was sowhat agitating, though being stood up by Sofia felt sowhat unpleasant, he knew Sofia always pretended to be reasonable, never taking it seriously.
He observed Milones’ reaction from the corner of his eye.
If the third Governor of the Dark Race showed even a hint of impatience, Roland’s evaluation of Milones would lower significantly.
However, Milones did not; his respect was not feigned.
"Respected..."
Milones just began to speak, but suddenly found himself in a big problem, how should he address Sofia?
"Ms. Sofia."
Fortunately, Sofia did not wish to trouble him, helping him solve the dilemma.
The formal titles have significant connotations.
In the human civilized society, countries generally referred to her as "Her Majesty Sofia," and her own citizens would honorably call her Majesty.
Roland alone was the exception, allowed to address her by first na directly.
Besides Roland, another outlier even dared to call her by the discriminatory nickna "Old Spinster."
Having Milones call her Ms. Sofia seed respectful, yet distanced.
She didn’t even wish to acknowledge that the Dark Race were human mbers, hence their title could only be Ms. Sofia.
After all, Milones was a mature diplomat and a senior official of the Dark Side, the sense of distance embedded in the title was well understood by him.
But he still compliantly accepted it.
He bowed to Sofia, with his posture lowered greatly, "Great Ms. Sofia, His Majesty the Demon Emperor sends his regards, and he would also like to know if the agreent from back then is still valid?"
Milones was sowhat nervous.
Although he asked politely, it carried a bit of questioning, and it was uncertain if Sofia would give face to the Demon Emperor.
Sofia’s half-closed eyes exuded an aura of destruction, making Milones shiver in fear.
Just as the Dark envoy was about to collapse, Sofia then calmly said, "The agreent is valid, but only for dealing with Tiya and others; Dark and I were not friends before, nor will we be in the future."
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