Clinton took a deep breath, his expression unusually serious.
"Velen, you saved me from that seal, and now you're even thinking so deeply about what's best for me… From this moment on, if you ever need anything, just say the word. My life is yours!"
The kindness Velen had shown him was beyond anything he could ever repay.
The only thing he could offer in return was his strength.
Hearing these words, Sunlord's expression twitched violently.
What the hell was this?
Why was Velen using him to win over allies?!
And Clinton—wasn't he supposed to be a proud and noble Headmaster?
Now, he was practically groveling at Velen's feet!
The sheer absurdity of the situation made Sunlord feel lightheaded.
Meanwhile, Ironback Centipede was enjoying the show.
"Master Velen truly lives up to his reputation as a tycoon!"
Even the life of a godlike being was nothing more than a bargaining chip to him.
To pull Clinton into his fold, Velen was using Sunlord himself.
