"Are you insulting me?" Aerygon's brows furrowed.
His constant attempts to escape showed that he hadn't resigned himself to his fate.
He also considered himself the most capable person after Fang Hao.
But as the victor, praising your talent felt more like an insult to oneself.
"Do you want to leave this place?" Fang Hao asked.
"Will you let me go?" Aerygon also put away his ingratiating smile.
"There are conditions, you can listen and consider them," Fang Hao was not in a hurry.
"Fine, speak," Aerygon said.
"First, you will join my territory as a vassal lord, and I will grant you corresponding rights, which is actually not much different from your previous status."
Aerygon's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"That's possible..."
When he had been in the dungeon or the mines, he often wondered if he would be released one day, even if just as a vassal city lord.
