Hearing this, Elvin's expression froze for a moment, followed by an indescribable, strange feeling that welled up inside him.
The being before him was suffocatingly powerful. Yet, his demeanor was imbued with an elusive calm, completely different from the frenzied, twisted, and malevolent nightmare creatures of legend.
Though doubts swirled in his mind, Elvin was keenly aware of his predicament.
He didn't dare hesitate, much less lie. He could only answer honestly:
"T-To... make money. Our primary purpose for coming here is to make money—to acquire unimaginable resources and wealth."
After speaking, he raised his eyes in trepidation and stole a quick glance at Murphy's expression.
Murphy's face remained expressionless. His jet-black eyes were like deep pools, betraying no hint of satisfaction or displeasure.
Elvin's heart tightened. He hurriedly took a deep breath, endured the sharp pain in his chest, and continued his detailed explanation:
