"Hey, your dear God even sent you a little ring, quite generous, huh~" Yarbede's tone was filled with ambiguous hints, and her purple-black eyes seemed to see through Dali's thoughts, "Really makes one envious."
Dali was made blushing and her heart racing by her actions and words, half from embarrassment, half from an instinctive discomfort at the sacrilegious atmosphere.
She almost snatched the letter and ring, stepped back, and slightly bowed, "Thank... thank you for delivering them."
Dali then recalled something, hurriedly took out a Gold Coin and a letter, and said, "Please take this to Mr. Duke."
Yarbede took the Gold Coin and the letter and smiled slightly, "My name is Yarbede~"
"Sorry, Lady Yarbede! I... my name is Dali." Dali seemed to feel she was somewhat impolite and quickly apologized.
Yarbede laughed, "Of course, I know your name is Dali, otherwise how could I deliver the letter here?"
