New World
Alan and Atlantic Agreement

The Atlantic did not believe what he saw. Even though all the Assassins in this room were just ordinary members of the Death Mask, they were still. All members of the Death Mask remained above the average of ordinary players. It was impossible for one to be able to kill 20 Death Mask member players in an instant.

"You... Who exactly are you?" Atlantic tried asking the black-robed man before him. Even though he already knew the name of the black-robed man. But he wanted to know more about the black-robed man. With such great strength, there must be a large company backing the black-robed man behind the scenes.

"my name's AS... Didn't I say that?" Alan replied while sitting back on the sofa in the room.

"A... Whatdoyouwant?" The Atlantic tried to open the sound, even though its mouth was so difficult to move. The Shadow Zone pressure he felt was so strong that his entire body felt so stiff and hard to move. No. gabe... It's impossible to move. Just this time he felt a Crowd Control skill that was so great and could last for so long.

"Ah.. If only you had asked like that. There's not going to be this kind of mess, is there?" Alan pulled his Shadow Zone back into his body. Make everything in the room can move freely again.

"Sorry for my stupidity? If I may know... What do you mean come here?" The Atlantic immediately changed its attitude, there was no more arrogant and arrogant attitude that he showed since then. He knows exactly what attitude to take in the presence of someone like Alan.

"I want to know what kind of organization you're leading..." Alan answered in brief.

"That's..." The Atlantic was a little surprised to hear a question from Alan. There was no player in the New World who did not know about the Death Mask. Although all they knew was the outside, not the ins and outs of the real organization called the Death Mask.

One question from Alan, certainly makes the Atlantic guess where Alan came from.

"I want to know everything... Starting from the number of members, how you work, and also your fund supporters to be able to operate." Added Alan while leaning his back and comforting his sitting position on the sofa.

"Sorry Mister... But I can't tell you about it. That is the secret of our organization. It would be very dangerous for us if such information were to spread." The Atlantic tries to subtly reject Alan's request. Taku if Alan is offended by his refusal and does the same thing once again.

"Hem... That's so..." Alan had already guessed the answer from the Atlantic. As an organization engaged in the service of assassins, of course such information is highly guarded confidentiality. Even if Alan was in the Atlantic position at this time, he would not want to elaborate on the information either.

"All right then... What if I buy that information?" Alan tried to make a more reasonable offer. As an assassin organization, naturally their main goal was to make money.

"Sorry Mister... But I guess you won't be able to pay for it." The Atlantic did not believe what he was hearing. He was not out of thought, Alan would be willing to spend money just for the sake of information about the Death Mask. He also had time to think if there was one of the Death Mask members who had affairs with Alan.

"Ah... True too... You guys are definitely not short of money. Then how can I get information about you?"

Alan certainly did not want to back off. He really needed information about the Death Mask. What was more was the Death Mask's organization's way of gathering information. An assassin organization like the Death Mask, certainly has such a powerful intelligence agency. And Alan needs the method used by the Death Mask to himself apply to the next plan.

Although he owns the Joker, which Toni is currently on loan. But still, there will be information that can not be detected by the Joker. And that's where the usefulness of an intelligence agency that Alan will form later.

"That's..." The Atlantic was shocked, seeing Alan remain adamant. "If I may know... What is your purpose in knowing information about us? Has any of our members ever offended you? If there is... I will gladly hand over our member."

Cleo who heard the words Atlantic instantly turned deathly pale. All this time, only he had ever been in contact with Alan. If Alan really put his dislike on him, then it's all over his history in this Death Mask organization.

"Well... If you really insist on knowing about us, then you should join us." The Atlantic offers an offer that Alan will immediately reject. He understood, people as strong as Alan would not want to be bound by an organizational rule. Especially being ruled by someone else.

"Hem... If it's like that... You must know my answer?" Alan did not lose his composure. He did not mind joining the Death Mask, considering that joining the Death Mask could make money as well. But now he has a task that he cannot leave behind. The task of the promise he made to the entire Demon nation.

The level he could raise again, but what if the Death Mask was destroyed by the leaking of information? All the efforts of himself and his friends during this time will certainly be in vain.

"Don't make decisions too quickly. You don't know what I'm going to do in the future. If you refuse, I cannot guarantee that the Death Mask will still be able to thrive in this Kingdom."

"What do you mean Sir?" The Atlantic failed to understand the meaning of Alan's words. If anyone could make the Death Mask unable to thrive anymore in the Demon God Kingdom, it would only be two parties. One party was the Demon God Kingdom itself, and the other one was the Temple of Light. The Atlantic thought that Alan was from one of the two parties.

"Flyins..." Alan gave a small smile behind his hood when he saw the face of Atlantic confusion. He also signaled Flyin to carry out his duties.

"Yes Sir..." Flyin who can read Alan's mind does what Alan pinta does. He removed the headscarf that covered the head decorated with a pair of horns.

"That's..." The Atlantic grew increasingly surprised, not expecting at all if the servant from Alan was a Demon. A Race that players could not choose.

"Shocked? It's just one... And if you want to know... I still have over 5000 more waiting for my orders."

"Five grand?" Not only the Atlantic, Cleo who had eavesdropped on the conversation from the corner of the room also reacted. With 5000 Demon troops, Alan could certainly conquer a kingdom. Atlantic and Cleo were very confident, if the Demon God Kingdom was their first target.

"I can consider the organization you lead to work with us later. But you know the conditions, right?" Alan already feels victorious in the negotiations tonight. There was already no way for the Atlantic to reject what Alan had in mind, unless the Atlantic wanted to completely move the Death Mask headquarters of the Demon God Kingdom. And of course moving the Demon God headquarters was not a wise choice, given how much it cost to build a headquarters, not to mention building a new market in a new Kingdom. It was much more difficult than just building a headquarters.

The Atlantic was completely silent, thinking so ripely about the steps he had to take. Every decision he makes tonight will affect the continuity of the organization he leads.

"You really didn't give me any other choice sir..." The Atlantic chuckled, laughing at himself who had lost in a game he had made himself. He was trying to play Alan to get an item that Alan owned. But he did not think, he instead had to be played by Alan for the survival of the organization he led.

"It is good that you are conscious..."

"What should we do to help you?" The Atlantic certainly does not want to miss a golden opportunity. Five thousand demon NPC troops, who would not be daunted to hear such a word? And he now got the opportunity to be a partner of the ruler of the demon army. Of course he will not waste the golden opportunity presented in plain sight.

"Not much... I just need you to find the information I need."

"certain... You just tell me about the information you need. And we'll certainly find it for you."

"Good... But before that.. I warn you one thing. I hate what's called treason." Alan emphasized his words just now, indicating that he would not hesitate to destroy the Death Mask if the Death Mask betrayed him.

"Sure Mr..." The Atlantic answered a little nervously, though he could not see Alan's eyes. But from his words alone Atlantic can already imagine what consequences he would receive if until Alan was disappointed in the Death Mask.

"Then.. Let me drive you around our headquarters. I'll explain about our organization while showing what our headquarters looks like." The Atlantic got up from its seat. Signalling Cleo to prepare all the necessities during the tour inside the Death Mask headquarters.

"Sure..." Alan follows the Atlantic which begins to show the path they must cross.