"I express my heartfelt thanks for that," said the President, "Your Excellency."

Gently tilting his head sideways, the punk who held the necklace that had flown in front of him did not say anything polite to the "president".

Since Her Majesty has already said that she doesn't care about a shoddy piece of magical equipment, the "Whisper of Destruction", who is very short of magical equipment (really), naturally doesn't mind accepting this trophy, not to mention that the current magic necklace has been erased from all unknown hidden dangers, and it is indeed no longer a dangerous time bomb.

However, even after getting this precious quaint necklace, Punk's main concern at the moment was the news of the reward - don't forget that the spellcaster was just a mercenary who couldn't afford to make a profit, and he remembered very well the tenfold reward and the Radiant Moon promotion aid that the "guilder" had promised him when he assigned him a task.

And now, since His Majesty the Throne of the Radiant, who has won the battle, has come to the Morning Star Mage who has been busy on the battlefield of the Karamus Empire for a long time, and the "Whisper of Destruction", who has never liked to twist and turn, naturally has no intention of hiding his expectations and needs for a rich reward, not to mention that he still wants to know the final result of this once-in-a-lifetime Solar War.

So after putting the dark green necklace directly into the pocket of the robe, the punk, who looked calm as usual, asked directly to the beautiful cold girl:

"Excuse me, Your Excellency, has this war come to an end, has Mr. Mesur also fallen to the Plane of Ferron, and beyond that............ Is the tenfold reward you promised me now redeemable?, in fact, my Morning Star Golem was so badly damaged in the battle just now that I think I'm going to have to pay a lot of resources to make it a useful tool again."

The caster, who was neither humble nor arrogant, made reasonable demands and made his thoughts clear, did not shy away from this hasty act of "begging for wages".

In fact, while talking about the reward, Punk pointed to the group of wind elemental bunnies who were snorting and moving the remains of the Morning Star Golem into this vast pit.

Even if you don't go through the checklist, from the outside, the broken Khsvea is now very seriously injured, after all, it is not so easy to eat the damage of a "Super Morning Star Divine Technique" at zero distance, and the Morning Star Golem armor of the Neteril era captured by the caster from the "Battle of the Meteoric Wind" is only an alchemy material at the Morning Star level in the final analysis, and its tenacity is still limited.

“......... I'm victorious, Mes-Ul-Pitnath is dead, and the Mage's Guild has lost their only Sunflare class to ............ Starting today, there will be no more mage guilds in the multiverse"!

Uttering such informative words in a tone that carried a little firmness and seemed to be very theoretical, the cold face of the "President" seemed to have almost no proud emotion, and judging from such a calm appearance, it was impossible for an uninformed person to think that this powerful Solar Flare Throne would easily defeat an enemy of his own level.

But in fact, the punk, who participated in this grand plan throughout the whole process, knows very well that the "president" is not an omniscient monster after all, and her plan is not without mistakes, such as Tiamat's impulsive behavior and the pantheon's sniping of the low-level members of the Silent One Alliance are not within the measurement of this beautiful girl, and she still has not really mastered all external factors perfectly.

After all, the "Guild" is a powerful Sunburst spellcaster rather than a full-time conspirator, so she must be as good at fighting enemies as Punk herself than fiddling with the myriad of variables............

However, these things do not need to be spoken, and rather than summarizing the thoughts and decisions of the President, the pragmatic Mage Morningstar prefers to quietly listen to the powerful Solar Blaze Profession recount her next decision.

Whisper of Destruction knows that the Solar Throne, who has won the battle, must have her own ideas about the future situation in the multiverse, and she will definitely give her "mercenary" a satisfactory answer.

“............”

Mr. Doom Whisper, your reward exchange can start at any time, but I would recommend that you make a decision after attending the next meeting of the Executors, as I have a lot to explain in public at that meeting............

The fluctuations of clear mental power are as clean and thorough as a trickling stream, and the exhortation of the "president" is not so much persuasion as simply expounding one's own opinions.

Neither superficially nor in her deep thoughts, she clearly has no idea of making decisions for punk, and as a qualified leader, she obviously never easily interferes with the choices of her subordinates, even if this so-called subordinate is actually just a mercenary.

And after saying this opinion truthfully, the Throne of the Radiant Sun waved lightly and quietly controlled the remains of the Morning Star Golem carried by the elemental bunnies to float in the air, and under the subtle control of this powerful spellcaster, the originally fragmented and motionless body parts of Kesvea soon began to fit together perfectly.

I saw that the pieces of melted and deformed metal fragments were reshaped into smooth and complete parts in the pale black fluorescent wrapping, and the twisted and broken magic runes also "grew" the correct energy structure like a young bud pulling out branches and leaves, and when the intact magic mystery lock energy core was gently pushed into the energy armor of the golem by the "president", Kesvea, who could not see the human form, had been restored to its most intact peak state.

That's right, relying on her superb and high-end magical skills, the powerful Lady of the Throne of the Sun was able to perfectly repair all the damage on this magical creation without even consuming any additional material resources, and at this time, the Morning Star Golem, which was suspended naked in the punk face, seemed to be able to enter the battle again with only the activation command of the caster.

"No, I've fixed this simple little guy......... Don't get me wrong, what I mean by "simple" is just simplicity for me, and Mr. Whisper of Doom is worthy of the name "Genius" when he is able to complete this level of golem-making at the current stage of Morningstar."

Well, even when the punk alchemy technique is coldly extolled, the language style of the generous "president" is as ethereal and cold as ever............