"Mediating the war between us and the Curse Demon?"
The Great World Tree repeated Richard's words, its tone revealing a sense of incredulity.
"Miracle Wizard, you want to mediate the war between us and the Curse Demon." The Great World Tree emphasized, "Are you certain you didn't misspeak?"
Richard nodded calmly: "I didn't say anything wrong. My first purpose in coming here is to mediate the war between the two civilizations."
"Then I'm very curious indeed." The Great World Tree said with interest, "Why do you want to mediate our war?
Our war shouldn't be a good thing for you? If we stop the war, aren't you afraid we would stab you in the back?
Furthermore, in what capacity are you mediating the war? Do you hold a significant position among the Curse Demon?"
The Great World Tree's questioning directly hit the crux of Richard's intention—why the Wizard mediates the war and with what authority.
"I must say, your nature is truly straightforward."
"Wasting time is a bad habit."
