Upon returning to the pavilion after the task is completed, a division of twenty-eighty will be made. Adding on, this being Second Uncle's initial task, he hasn't received any payment yet.
At this moment, Second Uncle grinned, revealing his dental bareness, "Rest assured, the Blood Contract Pavilion's reputation never disappoints its employers."
The black-robed man nodded slightly and turned to leave.
"Hold on!" Second Uncle suddenly spoke up.
The black-robed man's footsteps paused, casting a cold gaze sideways.
Second Uncle rubbed his hands, showing difficulty on his expression, "To be frank, ventured into the Desolate Forbidden area some days back, sustained some internal injuries, might take three to five years to recover."
Seeing no response from the other party, he continued, "It's a rule in the pavilion, the assassin can't directly contact the employer. I can only wait for you to send a message, then explain in person."
