“Who is this from?” Arielle didn’t take the gift bag from him.
Throughout the time she had been there, she hadn’t asked around about Morrison, so she had no idea where his allegiance lay.
“His Majesty.” Clocking the refusal on her face, Morrison expounded, “His Majesty is grateful that you came here from afar to teach us medical skills.”
Arielle nodded in acknowledgement but had no choice but to turn down the gift bag.
At a single glance, she could tell that the gift bag contained something luxurious. She had already accepted the ATM card Sybil delivered, so she didn’t want to take that as well. Considering her insistence, Morrison could only make his way back with the gift bag in hand.
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