"Can you give me this formula?"
Isabell asked, "We have a master-level alchemist in our territory, perhaps she can make the potion written on the formula."
"Certainly."
At the same time, the Light Giant casually waved his hand, and a glowing formula flew towards her.
After Isabell solemnly received it, she put it into her backpack.
Then, the Light Giant continued to ask, "So, Holy Light Priest from the Church Court, are you willing to accept my heritage?"
"I am willing." Isabell no longer hesitated.
Upon hearing her agreement, the glowing humanoid gradually crouched down and extended a large glowing hand.
"Step up."
Isabell gently lifted her right foot, then stepped onto that palm.
In the next moment, her vision began to elevate.
Her whole body was slowly lifted by this palm, reaching in front of the Light Giant.
The gaze like a matrix swept over her, as if seeing through her inner thoughts.
