Having stored away the nameplate, the Last Dragon Descendant was on the move to head toward the location of his Task. It was at this moment that a Message Pigeon suddenly appeared out of nowhere and landed on his shoulder.
The Elf glanced at his panel, where a new unread message was sitting in his inbox.
The content seemed to be trying to bribe him into becoming an undercover agent, to help pass on confidential information between the Secret Ceremony Society and the White Light Club.
What's peculiar was that the sender's location was covered by a black mass, making it impossible to see the specific nickname.
"It must be someone from Silver Blue or Star Dust again. Do I look like the kind of person who would go undercover? Even if I retreated ten thousand steps, they don't even dare to mention the price, showing no sincerity at all."
Muttering to himself, the Last Dragon Descendant turned off the panel.
