บท 822: Chapter 811: The Most Sincere Gift

"Prince Muria is about to get married, what gift are you planning to give him?" A Cold Crow landed next to a Frost Wolf, its size immense. When it spread its wings, it could obscure the Frost Wolf's view of the sky.

"I haven't decided yet, what about you?" The god of the Frost Wolf perched atop a massive stone pillar, overlooking the land of deities below. Under its claws lay a huge crystal invitation, which looked quite luxurious. A Storm Giant had sent it not long before, delivered through his believers.

"I plan to weave a set of feathered robes from my fallen feathers as a gift for him." The god of the Cold Crow spoke nonchalantly, clearly having decided on its gift.

"That's it?"

"What else do you expect? We are beast deities, not those opulent gods of humans. Our followers used to be just wild beasts and uncivilized Frost Giants. It's only recently that we've gained human believers. We don't have those sophisticated weapons to give him, only some primitive materials."