"Heh heh heh, this Black Nightmare Potion can effectively heal your bodily injuries."
"Don't worry that I'll harm you. You performed well, and I still want to summon you to borrow your strength next time, heh heh heh," Naige'er laughed.
His laughter was always so piercing, enough to send chills down one's spine.
The Iron Armor Dominator lowered his head to glance at the potion Naige'er offered him, then said, "I imagine there are very few alien Dominators in the Surrounding Starfield who would dare drink a potion bestowed by Master Naige'er outright."
"But..." The Iron Armor Dominator pondered for a moment. "I believe Master Naige'er would not harm me."
With that, the Iron Armor Dominator removed the iron armor covering his face and drained the potion in his hand in a single gulp.
Though the potion appeared liquid and constantly bubbled,
once opened, it transformed into a wisp of black mist and flowed directly into the Iron Armor Dominator's nose and mouth.
Judging from his aura, voice, and condition, this Iron Armor Dominator appeared extremely young.
The Iron Armor Dominator's answer made Naige'er's laughter even more pronounced.
A spatial vortex then appeared behind the Iron Armor Dominator. Drawn by the laws of summoning, he returned to the spatial coordinates where he had originally been located.
A newborn calf truly feared no tiger. The Iron Armor Dominator seemed completely unafraid of the venomous threats Seventh Pharaoh King had left behind before departing.
After the Iron Armor Dominator left, Naige'er settled the remaining payment with the somewhat uneasy Flowing Cloud Saint King.
However, Naige'er deducted two hundred million Soul Essence from Flowing Cloud Saint King's share.
Because they had failed to kill Seventh Pharaoh King.
Judging from the rules laid out in the summoning contract they had signed, Naige'er was not