Help you? A devil from hell? Would you need help from humans?
This request was somewhat surprising to our barbarian gladiator. Nevertheless, the other party had indeed helped him, so he felt obliged to provide some sort of return, or rather, a promise of return.
"If it's within my abilities, no problem," Bartlett nodded, "however, your request cannot…"
"Cannot hurt your relatives, family, or friends, or anyone else, right? Or cannot be unrighteous, right?" The Thorn Devil suddenly interjected, "Don't worry, if one day I really need your help, it will surely not be related to harming anyone. I mean, not related to harming any humans."
After the Thorn Devil spoke, he pushed his cart laden with a large bucket and slowly left the compartment.
