"Honored lady, just what kind of great figure is the client behind all this?"
A dwarven priest could not help but ask the question directly.
Natasha herself had not expected that these items would rival the Celestial Divine Gold in significance.
Yet her composure only deepened.
To firmly deter the dwarves and prevent any improper thoughts from taking root, her tone turned solemn.
"The identity of the client is classified at the highest level. We cannot disclose it."
"This is a matter of professional ethics and credibility."
"However, I believe all of you should already be able to sense a fraction of the client's strength from what lies before you."
The dwarven powerhouses fell into silence.
To casually produce such materials—
and to complete, with lightning speed, a hunting task that bordered on the impossible—
What kind of terrifying colossus lay behind such 'a fraction of strength'?
