The Ancient Tree Guardian's arrangements were complete, putting Lear in a delightful mood.
As he pondered, he dismissed the others, summoning Isa alone.
His gaze held a hint of admiration as he looked at this Dark Night Elf.
"The effect of the secret technique is impressive, I'm quite satisfied."
A simple compliment, yet Isa felt a sense of overwhelming honor.
"It is our honor..."
Her gaze no longer held the previous arrogance, now full of reverence.
The figure before her was beyond her imagination, the terrifying aura that seeped into her soul still lingered in her mind.
Lear spoke softly.
"You mentioned before, you possess schematics for crafting 3 Star Armor?"
Isa nodded.
"Yes, my lord... I stumbled upon the schematics hidden in a cave by chance."
As she spoke, she waved her hand, and a gray-black parchment appeared out of thin air in her hand.
She respectfully presented it with both hands.
"My lord..."
