Thinking about his decision, Noah felt it a rather obvious one. His mind remained set on getting into a guild at all cost. He had literally risked his existence for that goal.
Being so close to it; he didn't dare get carried away by a mere side mission, which didn't even hold any importance to him.
It reminded him of how a total waste of time bozolom had been, if only he had actually reaped the rewards that were rightfully his.
Joining a guild, one of the great ones, would open doors to more interesting missions, something like joining or stopping a ritual ddn't sound nice enough.
Noah felt surprised to find that his underlings sighed in relief at his decision, but he expected that much.
His eyes fell on their wounds, but they all seemed to look totally okay. Their statuses as tier 3 experts didn't allow such non-fatal physical injuries do much to them.
"How much do you want from us?" Brenard eventually enquired of Noah.
