Unfortunately, the word "near death" caused the figure to lose most of its strength.
"Desert Lord, I sensed the aura of the crystal bottle... you, have you brought it back?!"
Ferguson's trembling voice carried a strong sense of surprise.
Richard shrugged.
"Sir Ferguson, perhaps, you should have asked me about my losses first. If you knew there were Level 18 Mind Eater Demon, dozens of Level 18 Great Demon, Level 19 Templar Dragoon, and enormously robust double-winged angel in the sky above that village."
Ferguson laughed loudly.
"Don't worry. The reward will ultimately be considerable!"
However, Ferguson was too excited. It began to cough violently after laughing a few times. Its face became increasingly pale as if it could pass out at any time.
It made Richard's heart skip a beat. He did not want to fail when he did not receive the mission reward... That would be f*cked up.
