"I offer my heartfelt thanks, Madam President."
Tilting his head slightly, Punk took hold of the necklace that had flown before him without any false politeness toward the "President."
Since His Excellency the Blazing Sun Throne had said she did not care about a crudely made piece of Divine Spell equipment, "Whisper of Destruction," who was severely lacking in magic equipment—really?—naturally had no objection to accepting this spoils of war. Besides, now that every unknown danger had been erased from the Divine Spell Necklace, it truly was no longer a ticking time bomb.
Yet even after obtaining this precious, antique necklace, Punk's greatest concern remained his payment. After all, from beginning to end, the caster had merely been a mercenary who never acted without profit. He clearly remembered the tenfold reward and Bright Moon level advancement assistance that the "President" had promised when assigning him the mission.
Now that the victorious Blazing Sun Throne had arrived before the Morningstar Mage who had been running about the Kalamus Empire battlefield for so long, "Whisper of Destruction," who had never liked beating around the bush, naturally had no intention of concealing his expectations and need for generous compensation. Besides, he also wanted to know the final outcome of this Blazing Sun battle, a clash rarely seen even once in tens of millions of years.
Thus, after directly placing the dark green necklace into his robe pocket, Punk, his expression as calm as ever, bluntly asked the beautiful and aloof girl:
"Madam President, has this war now officially come to an end? Has Mr. Mestur also fallen on the Faerun plane? And besides that... is the tenfold reward you promised me available for exchange now? In fact, my Morningstar Golem suffered extremely severe damage in the battle just now. I fear I will