"In that divine relic, a Divine has not perished..." Lady Ariel's voice rang in Lide's ears, although simple, it startled him.
The news that a Divine had not perished... if it got out, it would undoubtedly be earth-shattering.
After briefly pondering, Lide didn't rush to respond.
His dark and profound eyes revealed a hint of inquiry, his gaze firmly fixed on this Level 17 Elf Archery Master.
"Just the two of us?"
"No, I also have a team..." Ariel's crisp voice resonated, "They are all capable professionals."
"Could you let me know how many people or what professional configurations are involved?" Lide asked calmly.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lide," Ariel shook her head, "you can only receive this information if you agree to join."
Hearing this, Lide shook his head, suppressing his curiosity.
This Divine, whether slain or not, could be left alone.
Slaying a God—though it would be an epic feat worthy of glory—Lide was not uninterested, but this Elf might not be reliable.