Orson remained unmoved, fully aware of the true power behind the Master-Servant Contract. It not only forced subordinates to obey but also subjected them to horrific hellish tortures.
"Orgod... you can't do this to me!!"
Veijander's eyes widened in terror as he let out a screeching wail, his mouth pulling forth a white mist.
The demonic souls within the Master-Servant Contract began tormenting him on a spiritual level.
If you refuse to obey... then you will be beaten.
And this beating would continue until he finally submitted.
"NPCs of lifestyle type can only operate within set boundaries, so..."
Orson smiled lightly, pausing before adding, "As you said, you will serve me until death."
"No! Not now... I will restore the Dwarven Empire!"
Veijander's face had gone pale as he shook his head. Right now, if he left, it would mean certain death. Facing the combined forces of two empires, even his King-tier status wasn't enough to save him.
