Convinced he had seen through the true identity of the crimson figure before him, the Commander relaxed slightly, gave a slight nod, and signaled Aleece behind him. Then, looking at Fangsheng as calmly as possible, he said: "Mister... Pleasure, I believe we hold no deep grudges against you. Moreover, as a Demon of Pleasure, surely you cannot bear to watch such a pack of brutes slaughtering one another with such a complete lack of elegance and decorum?"
The Sute Empire possessed a wealth of knowledge regarding the demons of the Abyss, and naturally knew that demons were hardly known for solidarity; infighting and mutual slaughter were commonplace. If they could persuade this Demon of Pleasure now, dealing with the Lord of Skulls's demons would become remarkably simple... The Commander thought to himself, his lips parting in a grin as he continued his deception.
"Naturally, we have no need for Mister Pleasure to personally punish these ill-mannered wretches. We merely ask that Mister Pleasure withdraw from the battlefield, and we will gladly slaughter these creatures whose only skill is bloodshed," the Commander said. Watching the crimson figure lower its weapon, believing that the other was considering his words, he hurriedly pressed on: "I assume Mister Pleasure is not genuinely aiding these gladiators out of the goodness of his heart, and I am certain we can meet whatever demands you may have."
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