Chapter 883: The Veiled One           

"What will you trade for this information?" Whispera inquired, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as she leaned forward, a smirk playing on her lips.

Ren frowned, his brows knitting together in confusion. "You want us to pay? After we have saved you from that ice?"

"That is that. This is this," Whispera replied, her tone nonchalant as she idly traced circles in the air with her finger.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ren pressed, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice.

"It was Pamela who led you here. It had nothing to do with me. I didn't ask to be freed by you in the first place, so I owe you nothing," Whispera explained with a shrug, her gaze flickering to Pamela, who shifted uncomfortably under the weight of everyone's stares.

Pamela stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper as she pleaded, "B-benevolent goddess, master, please consider this plea from them. Do it for me, please."