"Cough, hold up a sec, envoy."
The sacred relic couldn't be kept safe anymore.
In the old centaur chieftain's eyes,
the sacred relic was just an heirloom from the first chieftain, mostly sentimental value.
Even if it had some hidden secrets, for the current centaur tribe, it was nothing but a hot potato that could get them all killed.
Since that was the case, handing it over to the half-elf envoy was a smart move.
First, to pay back the life-saving favor.
Second, without the sacred relic, scumbags like the Twilight Cult would naturally stop breathing down the centaur tribe's neck.
The centaur chieftain signaled for the centaur guards propping him up to let go.
With a solemn expression, his weathered fingers formed a prayer gesture,
A pure black jade hook slowly materialized, pitch-black. The light in this area seemed to be constantly gobbled up by this mysterious jade hook, making the sky several shades darker.
"Honored envoy, this is our centaur tribe's sacred relic."
