"Contract?!"
Without intention, Oli blurted that out for even Hurman to hear. "Hurman, I'm sorry about that–"
"There's no need to be sorry. I'm the one who requested a contract to be made," Hurman stated, looking up at Oli with a firm gaze full of admiration. "I ask to serve you because I feel your actions to bring my family under your wing, and everything that you and your clan's continued support brings us, deserves the utmost gratitude.
"I was an aging elder only a couple of years ago. Yet now, I'm a mid-perennial and haven't stopped climbing the ladder of cultivation. With the help of you and your faction, I'll become a king. And if I serve you as I wish, then there are chances that I can even become a god, able to overlook and watch as my family and clan prosper."
