"The core of the first layer of the Hell Plane?"
Eve slightly inclined her body and glanced at Azazel with a hint of scrutiny in her gaze.
Faced with her deep purple eyes, Azazel felt as though he was being seen through, uncharacteristically uneasy.
His expression shifted many times before he finally gritted his teeth and said:
"Your Majesty, Mother of All Gods, I want to make a trade with you!"
"A trade?"
Eve looked at Azazel and suddenly laughed:
"Azazel, you are currently sealed in the Demon Maze by me, do you think you have the leverage to negotiate with me?"
Hearing Eve's words, Azazel's expression turned a bit unpleasant.
Seeing him looking like a wilting eggplant, Eve shook her head and sighed softly:
"Speak, what do you wish to trade?"
As she spoke, she rested her chin on her hand, pondering without waiting for him to answer:
