This guy seems to really care about his image among the orc subjects, unwilling to show any weakness.
"Of course, feel free to come find me anytime. However, when I look for you, don't refuse!"
Grom glanced at the old orc standing in front of him. Though reluctant, he knew it was this old orc who had saved him today, otherwise the Golden Dragon before him would probably have done something more drastic.
"I certainly won't refuse, but I won't stay in your Plane for long. With your abilities, it might still be a bit difficult to find me."
Noah spread his dragon claws, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"We can sign a contract!"
The Beastman King, Grom, took the initiative to speak. The old priest was slightly shocked, for he never expected the proud Beast King, who never bowed despite repeated persuasion, to lower his head at this moment.
"Sign a contract? What kind of contract?"
Noah feigned surprise.
"When you need me, I can fight for you!"
