Tyrion smiled disdainfully, his fingers beating on his knees. After a moment, he threw a pendant with a blank soul stone to Cerilion, and whispered:

"Bring her soul to me. It only requires a simple requiem ceremony. The crazy emotions in the soul that have experienced the pain of death will be calmed down. Of course, if you want your wife to remain intact,

body, then it is best to bring her dead body with her. I will not hesitate to lend a helping hand to any soul that can still preserve reason and thinking in the torture of death."

"After all, regardless of their race or creed during life, they are my true compatriots after death."

"Thank you, thank you."

Tyrion sincerely bent down to thank him, but just as he was about to leave, Tyrion's cold voice sounded behind him:

"Did you forget something, Mr. White Claw?"

"I have given you the help you need, but where is your reward? I haven't seen it yet."

"White Claw is about to become my father's disciple. If you can help him understand the knot in his heart, you will undoubtedly get help from the Archdruid..."

Moana said softly, but before she could finish her words, Tyrion stretched out his hand and interrupted:

"I've already said that the goodwill of living people means nothing to me! Even the Archdruid is the same. What I value is more practical things. What's more, I don't think you are qualified to help Mr. Cerelion.

Decide."

He looked at the trainee druid White Claw, he narrowed his eyes and said with a smile:

"Since even Mr. Staghelm thinks you are very talented, then after your wife's perfect recovery, how about you join us with her, Mr. Serilion, if you really love her as much as you say

She wants to stay with her until eternity, so I think you won't refuse this proposal."
Chapter completed!