At the same time, Arlya formally bid farewell to Phield.
She had to leave to fulfill her mission, even though their contract had not yet reached two months.
"The inheritance of the ancient dragons is about to begin. I must go there," Arlya said, forcing an awkward smile. Then, like a magician performing a trick, she produced an ornate potion bottle. "Do you remember the black dragons we killed? I refined their blood. It might be useful to you."
"Mm… thank you." Phield knew there was no point in trying to make her stay, so he handed her a letter instead. "In exchange, take this. Inside is a voucher worth one thousand gold coins, along with a handwritten letter from me. If you encounter an enemy you can't deal with, just give them this letter."
"Oh?" Arlya curiously opened the letter and read aloud, "Phield Ross, Lord of the Nightfall Domain, demands that you immediately release Arlya. If you dare disobey, no matter how far away you are, you will be exterminated."
