Thanks to Elder Dark Priest's high-level spell. He succeeded in resurrecting all the dead soldiers and also healing those gravely injured. It was the product of his unstoppable research. 

But, he had to use a massive amount of magical energy. Even Eman's stocks of elixir were all spent. Well, he just needed to make other stocks again using his talent in Alchemy.

While the Elder Dark Priest was resurrecting all the dead and healing the injured, Eman went inside the biggest building. He surmised it was the dwelling of the Bandit Lord.

Right after entering, he saw a figure sitting alone in front of a round table.

The person looks so calm. Or rather, he might be someone who is not a person. Eman could sense the strong aura he was trying to suppress.

"Welcome!"

He welcomed him while beckoning to the seat at the opposite side. 

Eman was quite surprised. Then, he stared at the seat briefly before returning his gaze to him. Looking at his sitting figure, he could tell that the other was a tall man.

Then he walked calmly to the seat, directly opposite to him.

Creak! Crack!

The chair made a creaking noise when he pulled it. And also, after fixing his sitting position.

"I presumed that you are the Lord of the Bandits," He said in a calm tone while looking straight into his eyes.

The opposite person did not say a word right away. He produced a bottle and two cups from out of nowhere. But Eman noticed a spatial ring on his finger.

He filled the two cups with red-colored liquid from the bottle. Then slid the other filled cup to Eman.

Bang!

Before the cup could cross the middle of the table, it was shot and broke. The broken pieces scattered everywhere, and the liquid in it splattered.

The opposite man showed a startled expression. He narrowed his eyes towards the unusual weapon in his hand. He was about to say something, but. Eman's words came fast. "I didn't come here for a drink or a friendly chit-chat with a demon," he firmly announced.

"Demon, you say?"

"Aren't you?"

"I'm an Aristocrat Demon," the demon corrected him.

"Still a demon," Eman responded while putting away the pistol.

Both of them had glints in their eyes. No one wanted to back down.

Out of a sudden, an aura burst out from his body, "Don't categorize me with those low life!" He roared. It was a suffocating aura with the addition of powerful oppressive force.

Eman noticed the table, walls, and ceiling showed cracks.

He was surprised, this oppressive aura was even stronger than his.

However, it was useless against him as he had the resistance against this type of attack.

Noticing that his attack did not affect the other party, the Aristocrat Demon stopped sending oppressive auras.

"Bwahaha! I see, now I know why those lesser demons failed to get your head!" The Demon Aristocrat laughed heartily.

"Is that unusual weapon just now what kills those lowlifes?"

"....."

"Who knows…" Eman replied. He wasn't an idiot to disclose such information to a dangerous enemy.

"You said you are an Aristocrat Demon?" He tried to ask.

"Oi!" The Aristocrat Demon called out. "You didn't even answer my question," he knitted his brows.

"I don't have much time to waste, and neither do you," Eman said with a serious expression.

"And why is that?" The Aristocrat Demon asked. "There are only you and me currently," he added with a smug. 

He just needed to waste more time and wait for his people to arrive. He believed that guy, the last member of the Sacrilege, and some of their men were now moving towards this place. 

"I mean, my soldiers will soon arrive at this place," Eman smirked. Then he continued, "When that happened, there were no rooms for chit chat," he knew that the other party was aiming for a private chat.

He noticed the bandit lord frowned as he fell silent. His eyes were staring emptily in the space. Perhaps his gaze wasn't focused in front of him but beyond it.

Eman had a gist of what was happening. The other party was trying to perceive the battlefield. Soon, his expression turned grim. It looked like this Aristocrat Demon was also capable of long-range perception.

"How is that possible!" The Bandit Lord exclaimed.

"Heh!" Eman snorted. "That's what I'm telling you."

The bandit lord sank back to his seat. Dammit, he was at a disadvantage with this conversation. The other party already took the initiative.

He had no idea what the bandit lord was trying to converse about, but he was certain that the bandit lord strived to talk about something as he invited him to sit and not outright came to kill him.

"Also, if I were you I'd rather not waste my time waiting for your men," Eman continued.

Hah!

The bandit lord sighed.

He could probably understand what he meant. Out of a sudden, a guffaw reverberated inside the grand hall.

HAHAHA!

"Wonderful!"

"I never thought to find someone as capable as you are!"

"Right, I am the Bandit Lord. My name is San Robbal!"

"Do you wish to ally with us?"

"Or do you prefer to become one of us?" Said San Robbal as he laid his hand in his direction.

Eman stared at his hand. "Is that all?" He said with a cold expression.

"Ha?"

San Robbal uttered subconsciously.

He wanted to bring this guy to their side as he saw potential in him. Also, he was very different from other humans. He had an aura that wasn't far from them. That's why, when Eman entered this place, San Robbal was quite shocked. He canceled his initial plan of attacking him on the spot.

"Humans are the most sinful creatures. They are the most hideous entity in this world. Their greediness knows no bounds…" San Robbal started speaking about humans and demons.

He, on the other hand, was just listening.

He agreed to his remarks about humans, though. 

However, he was more intrigued towards demons.