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"loyalty?"

A casual smile and a question in return:

"Ah, of course... emotional assets are effective, but they can't sustain a large, cross-sector organization!"

He tilted his head slightly and gave Klaus a warning glance as he tried to speak.

He then patted Bob on the shoulder:

"I thought you understood..."

"The Benevolent Society doesn't need everyone's unwavering loyalty. I only need to ensure one thing: those who leave us will only earn less and die faster. What do you say?"

That concludes this simple and direct explanation.

A silence fell over the room for half a minute.

Since his boss wouldn't let him speak, Klaus could only lower his head and study the anemone fleece on the carpet, silently lighting a candle for the octopus in his heart.

Carlos's mouth formed an "O".

...By Poseidon!

It turns out that Ren Yi and his associates have such powerful backgrounds!

No wonder... no wonder they didn't take those hardened criminals like Crimson Flame Sean seriously at all!

"Hmm, hmm... indeed..."

Bob appeared calm and composed, but in reality, his eight tentacles were practically tangled up like squid legs on a hot plate, frantically and secretly kneading their suckers.

He tactically picked up his glass, took a sip, and tried to appear reserved.

"I must admit, the grand vision of the Renyi Society is very much to my liking."

No.

You must not appear too eager, or you will lose the initiative!

"But before we dream about the future, business is business. Right now, you want to borrow my land to go to the Deep Blue Kingdom."

Ren Yi, who was busy studying the glowing spear in his hand, replied with a smile:

"So, we've reached a consensus?"

"Consensus requires substantive conditions."

The octopus owner exhaled a long breath to cover his inner turmoil, and a series of fine bubbles rose from above his head.

"I won't cheat you, after all, there's a possibility of long-term cooperation, but I have two conditions."

"First. The demonic algae at the bottom of the Rift Prison is destroyed... all the monsters and demons, big and small, have gone wild. But the Royal Guard is no pushover. In a few days, those hungry ghosts who can't make it in the kingdom will swarm into the Silent Channel."

It's not that I'm afraid of them.

But getting these lawless troublemakers under control will take just as much effort as it did to build the current order from scratch...

He's a respectable businessman now, and he hates this kind of thankless trouble.

Nathan rolled over and casually interjected:

"You want us to be your free thugs and clear your roadblocks?"

Bob glanced up at the ceiling and corrected him.

"It's not really a cleanup. Just when you're heading to the capital, make an example of them by setting up a few stakes along the defensive line to deter them from swarming here."

For them, nodding casually was nothing more than a convenient way to gain evolution points and fame.

Fame and fortune.

He gestured for Bob to continue.

"Secondly..." Bob lowered his eyes and examined his eight tentacles.

The Deep Blue Kingdom is currently undergoing a period of reshuffling...

If they can seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to choose the right side, they can not only preserve the Silent Channel's assets, but also obtain a pass from the royal family.

"I've been here for seventy years, and my customers are only smugglers and outlaws. This suit I'm wearing was custom-made from within the country and cost five hundred top-quality pearls. The wine I drink comes from a shipwreck thousands of miles away... But if I dare to step out of the Silent Channel even half a step, the guards of the Deep Blue Kingdom will dare to stab me with tridents."

He'd had enough of this sewer.

Brona is extremely ambitious and is a person who is extremely devoted to the siren bloodline.

If she comes to power, she will definitely extend her reach into the Silent Channel.

In contrast.

While Riseben wasn't exactly peaceful, he was certainly fair and upright; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to look at this naive and simple-minded mermaid without prejudice.

Bob glanced at Carlos with disdain before fixing his gaze on Ren Yi's face.

"You rescued the Crown Prince of Risbun, and what I want in return is a recognized seat."

Klaus asked, "What seat?"

"President of the First Legitimate Chamber of Commerce in the Deep Blue Kingdom"

Bob slapped his eight legs together with a resounding thud:

"I want to do business in the royal palace openly and honestly... I want to fight for a legitimate tax-paying seat for my brothers who work hard for me, and turn our 'low-quality business' into a royal-licensed trading group."

That's quite an ambition and vision.

Carlos was stunned, stammering, "How...how can we decide this?"

"Shut up!"

Bob waved his tentacles impatiently, "You green-feathered pheasant, you're such a lucky fool..."

He leaned back on the sofa and started making plans.

This deal isn't really about whether it's worthwhile or not, but it's definitely not a loss—

If we can get through, plus the free intelligence, we can always sneak a peek into the royal treasury.

If it succeeds...

Let's openly and legitimately visit the royal palace's treasury.

"make a deal."

He stood up casually and took back the Tear of the Deep Sea.

Bob looked speechlessly at the young fish who was determined not to suffer any losses, and without saying anything, readily pressed the mechanical switch on the side of his desk.

A dull whirring sound of gears filled the air.

The crystal display case on the left wall slid to both sides, revealing a channel with rapidly flowing water.

"The outlet is near the sewage outlet behind the Royal City Guard Barracks, so the smell might not be pleasant."

Bob pressed a bell.

The bald-headed manager pushed open the door and poked half his body out.

"Boss, that glutton... the customer has already eaten half of Warehouse Number Three, and even the wooden barrels that held the meat have been gnawed in two corners."

With a fish tail in his left hand and half a roasted leg of an unknown creature in his right, Ivan swallowed loudly when his gaze met Bob's tentacles.

"Boss, do you still have any squid tentacles?"

Bob's eight tentacles all retreated a meter under the table in unison.

Either side of the head.

"Don't be silly, this could be our future partner."

After saying that, it swam towards the entrance of the secret passage with its long silver tail swaying, and Carlos put away his mop-like instrument and followed.

As the group was about to enter the dark passage, Bob couldn't help but call out from behind.

"Hey... how do I join your Benevolent Society?"

He waved his hand dismissively without even turning his head.

"You can submit your resume after I've finished my business."

After speaking, the group disappeared into the darkness.

The steward, already traumatized by the food, quickly pushed Ivan, who was still gnawing on a bone, into the secret passage and closed the entrance.

The door closed again.

Bob returned to his desk and squeezed himself into his swivel chair.

The manager wiped his bald head with lingering fear before asking in a low voice, "Boss, are you betting everything on a few unknown outsiders?"

"How come you're just as slow-witted as Carlos?"

Bob picked up his glass and drank the last drop.

"These guys are incredibly tough. They managed to get through Granny Li's ordeal unscathed and even managed to throw out the Deep Sea Tears without batting an eye."

And that Benevolent Society...

It sounds like a towering seaweed!

Under the table, eight tentacles were frolicking on the carpet.

Oh, and your resume!

He needs to find a fish right away and draw himself; it has to be majestic and imposing!

He had waited far too long for this day.