He paused for a few seconds, Mammon's voice became severe.
"Tell me, Second Seat, tell me, what exactly is Leviathan plotting?"
Countless crimson eyes watched the Second Seat.
"I can give you everything you want, Second Seat."
The Second Seat's body started shaking, then erupted in mocking laughter, he laughed for a while, almost to the point of coughing up blood, before he slowly stopped.
"Leviathan has already given me everything I need," the Second Seat shook his head, "as for what you want to know... Leviathan knows my heart of revenge, so he chose to help me with revenge, it's just that simple. As for more, I know nothing."
The writhing of tar was stagnant for a moment, and the Second Seat continued, "All I know is that my revenge will somehow help him, that's it."
"An unavoidable scheme?"
"Yes, that's right," the Second Seat agreed, nodding, "That's also what I find terrifying about him, he will help you, because helping you is helping himself."
