104: negotiation

Locke Galahad had just entered the conference room when he saw Emilia, along with the puppet she was holding in her hand, which looked like a block of wood.

Seeing Locke Galahad arrive, Emilia's expression couldn't help but light up, and she pulled the puppet along as she ran toward him.

"My Lord, you have arrived."

Locke Galahad held his breath and focused. After confirming that he indeed could not hear a heartbeat from the other party's chest, he walked slowly to the head of the table and sat down.

He leaned sideways against the bronze chair, resting his cheek on one hand, and watched the expressionless puppet with great laziness.

"I heard... you wanted to see me?"

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Locke Galahad had already sensed it earlier; aside from being a puppet, this Vampire in front of him did not possess much combat capability. It was completely incapable of posing a threat to him. That was why he could appear so casual and relaxed.

The originally expressionless puppet's eyes couldn't help but flicker when it heard that Locke Galahad actually knew its intentions.

Because it had been on the scene the entire time, it could be certain that Emilia had no time to notify Locke Galahad. However, thinking of the abilities displayed by this young man in his twenties, it felt relieved.

"That's right, I did want to see you. I have a business deal I want to discuss with you."

"Discuss business with me? Are you sure you haven't made a mistake?"

Locke Galahad raised an eyebrow, curled his lip downward, and then asked in a highly mocking tone: "Don't tell me you've forgotten about how you deliberately let Marcus go earlier?"

"Or are you thinking that because you were just hiding behind the scenes and didn't take action, I would be willing to cooperate with you?"

After speaking, Locke Galahad stared intently at the puppet's face, trying to analyze something from its reaction.

However, the person behind the scenes was clearly a cunning old fox and didn't reveal the slightest flaw, instead saying like a block of wood: "I didn't let Marcus go to save him; I just didn't want you to kill him so soon."

"What does that mean?"

"Literally," the puppet said with a calm expression: "If you hunt Marcus again in the future, I will not interfere, and I can even provide you with clues to their location, provided you cooperate with me."

"Oh..."

After hearing this, Locke Galahad looked at the puppet in front of him with interest and began to ponder. Honestly, he really didn't understand what the purpose of the other party doing all these things was.

Previously, he had thought that the other party might be related to Marcus and therefore wanted to save him, but now it didn't seem like that at all. Regardless, the other party definitely had a motive, it was just that Locke Galahad didn't know it yet.

"Locke Galahad, have you considered it?"

"I don't think your proposal is very good."

Locke Galahad was completely unmoved by the conditions proposed by the other party. "Because even without cooperating with you, I can still find Marcus's location later."

"If you don't have any other conditions, then don't mention cooperation again."

"If you can find Marcus's location, then we can change the terms."

When the puppet heard that Locke Galahad could find Marcus's location, its eyes narrowed subconsciously, but it quickly returned to normal.

However, Locke Galahad, who was focusing his attention, noticed that not only did its eyes narrow, but even the corners of its mouth seemed to twitch slightly when it heard that he could find Marcus. The degree of the twitch was very small, and it recovered very quickly.

It was so small that Locke Galahad even wondered if he was hallucinating, but the immense power brought by the Sequence 9 Night Demon made him very certain that he hadn't misread it.

"This guy seems somewhat happy that I can track down Marcus. Could it be that he is actually hoping for me to kill Marcus?"

For some reason, this thought inexplicably popped into Locke Galahad's mind, but upon second thought, he felt it was somewhat contradictory.

"But this isn't right. If this guy wants to kill Marcus through my hands, why would he rush to let him go before I arrived?"

He couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out. Locke Galahad felt as if he was now shrouded in a fog, and the fog was caused by the person behind the puppet in front of him.

But there was no other way. With no clues at the moment, he could only bury this question deep in his heart.

"Talk about your new conditions, and what is the matter you want to cooperate on?"

Although Locke Galahad didn't initially have the intention to cooperate with the person behind the puppet, listening wouldn't hurt. In case there was something he needed, a simple cooperation wasn't impossible.

As the saying goes, there are no permanent enemies, only permanent friends. The matters the other party had planned from beginning to end had not yet touched upon his interests, so Locke Galahad didn't have as deep malice toward this guy hiding in the back as he did toward Victor.

"The benefit is that I can recommend you to join the real Secret Cult. Inside, it is full of people like you and me who have embarked on the path to godhood."

The puppet dropped a bombshell as soon as it opened its mouth, but although Locke Galahad was somewhat tempted, he didn't agree immediately.

"The real Secret Cult? Does that mean the one Emilia and the others joined is fake?"

"Hmm, but it can't be considered fake. What they joined can only be considered a small organization under the New York Secret Cult."

Emilia, who had been watching from the sidelines, didn't expect that the gossip she was eating would actually concern her. Thinking back to the incomplete secret codex she had spent a great price to buy earlier, her expression couldn't help but darken, and she then spoke up to question:

"What do you mean? How can you prove that mine is fake, and that the Secret Cult you're talking about is the real one?"

The puppet glanced at Emilia expressionlessly, then said in a flat tone: "With her strength, which hasn't yet stepped into the transcendent, how could she possibly touch upon an organization like the Secret Cult, which belongs to the super-powers even in the transcendent world."

Although its voice was flat, its words were filled with arrogance and confidence in the Secret Cult organization.

Upon hearing this, Emilia immediately couldn't find any words to refute it. Mainly, her strength was indeed a bit weak, so she could only rush to Locke Galahad's side somewhat anxiously, grabbing his shoulder with a hint of grievance.

Locke Galahad calmly patted Emilia's hand on his shoulder, then raised his eyes to look at the puppet.

"I think before we talk about cooperation, we might need to settle the previous accounts first."

"What do you mean? You don't want to cooperate?"

The puppet raised its brows slightly, looking at Locke Galahad with an indifferent gaze: "Little guy, you better think clearly. Inside the Secret Cult, there are many things that cannot be seen in the ordinary world, including some transcendent knowledge that you crave very much."

"I didn't say I wouldn't cooperate. Cooperation is possible," Locke Galahad nodded in agreement, but he drew out his voice, a hint of imperceptible cunning at the corners of his eyes, "However..."