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Bain's voice trembled as he solemnly looked at the black patterns on Luo De's arm, but he dared not meet Luo De's gaze.
"Are you a divine envoy sent by the gods, my lord?"
Luo De looked at Bain, who was kneeling on the ground, and finally shook his head.
"I am no one's envoy, Bain, I am who I am, belonging to no one."
Initially, Luo De wanted to portray a divine envoy, but suddenly felt a distaste for the title.
He felt indifferent to religious matters but wasn't averse to them.
He just disliked being anyone's envoy.
Because this god did nothing yet could still tower over him.
This feeling made Luo De very unhappy, unwilling to bow his head.
Bain was stunned and didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Luo De spoke again,
"But as long as you come to the town and work diligently for me, I can grant the legacy to you anew, letting it pass down in your tribe."
Bain lifted his head, his eyes filled with awe.
"Thank you, then... then I..."
