The chieftain of the Holy Song Clan bowed deeply and placed a hand over his chest once more, his posture exuding utmost respect.
"Esteemed Your Majesty, this is a small gift from my god to you, with no other requests."
Lear gave the other party a meaningful look.
This is indeed a wise person.
With such a gesture of goodwill, if the other party needed assistance within his means, how could he not lend a hand?
To take, one must first give.
He liked dealing with intelligent people.
"Very well, I will accept this gift... I will not forget my promise to the Dark Night Elf God."
"Is there anything else aside from this?"
After receiving the desired answer, the other party's eyes visibly brightened, and he spoke in a cheerful tone.
"This time, I also wish to purchase some more Alchemy-Activated Armor... Our army needs your support..."
The Dark Night Elves lack the capacity to produce weapons, and setting it up would be difficult in less than three to five years.
