Not Betting His Life on a Contract Technicality.

"Please sit."

Felix nodded in appreciation and sat on the opposite chair. King Mahit poured him a cup of tea and placed it on a small plate in front of Felix.

Felix picked it up and took a sip before putting it back without much change of expression.

"A fine tea." He said politely.

He was never a fan of tea, so even if tea made out of divine leaves was put in front of him, he would still react the same.

"It is one of my people's specialties as Golden Oolong leaves grow only in our dimensional pocket." King Mahit shared.

"I see."

It was clear that Felix had no interest in this tea conversation, but still, he didn't bring out the destruction bloodline subject as he didn't want to show too much desperation.

He understood that he would completely lose whatever leverage he had.

Fortunately, King Mahit wasn't interested in playing mental games as he was really sincere about the tea subject.