"What's the situation with the deathgod artifact you mentioned?"
The royal envoy's jaw bones moved slightly, asking something that he was more interested in.
"I guarantee with my soul that if there's even the slightest bit of a lie in what I'm about to say, the sovereign god will come again, and my soul will never be reincarnated!"
The skeleton archmage bowed his head respectfully, his posture humble. The royal envoy nodded in satisfaction, waiting for the skeleton archmage's most crucial information.
"When my warriors were being slaughtered by that bastard with more than ten dragons, I led my people to resist with all my might..."
"Enough, enough!"
The royal envoy waved his hand angrily, his impatience almost overflowing.
"Tell me the main point!"
"Yes!"