"Help me translate, Godfrey. Tell it that it has already passed away. The contract that its master made to it can no longer restrain it. It can say it without worry. Moreover, it doesn't have to worry that its master will find trouble with it and take revenge on it!"
Joelson said with a frown.
If he couldn't get any useful information after spending so much effort, then this trip would be a loss.
Godfrey nodded and opened his mouth to translate Joelson's words.
In another wasteland in the Underworld.
The royal envoy sat on a high mountain with his eyes closed. The soul fire in his eyes was jumping.
He was meditating.
His spiritual sense was like a spider's silk, spreading to the surroundings and sensing everything that happened within a few thousand kilometers.
"Eh?"
The royal envoy suddenly opened his eyes.
"What's going on?"
The royal envoy suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with shock and doubt.