Chapter 742

Rhea stared at the words appearing on the Brazier, at a loss for words.

She was the Acting Reaper now. How could she possibly withhold a bottle of wine from him?

"I remember. Not a single drop of your tribute wine next year will be missing," Rhea grumbled.

The white smoke wavered and didn't reply, as if Valerius, satisfied, had gone off to enjoy his duck stew.

The Brazier could not only check coor