A Good Pat On The Back

"Grandmaster, I have returned."

Opening the limo's door, Butler Shen quickly sent his master in, fearing that he might've taken too long to return. 

'Hmm...' 

Dorian answered very lightly, sitting in the vehicle. 

A gave one brief look at the forest. And soon, they were off. 

Make a deal with that trickster? No way. 

Dorian had neither accepted nor shown interest in whatever the man had to say. 

Their conversation had gone a little something like this. 

[Loki]: You have a lot of enemies, so why don't I help you free of charge?

[Dorian]: Thank you, but I think I can manage things for now. How much more interesting would it be to have me win without anyone's help?

His words had not only made Loki overly excited but had also saved his neck too. 

He didn't want that troublemaker butting into his work and plans in and out. So to make the guy let him be, this was the only way.