Thorin wanted nothing more than to jump up and slap Grom on the head. What nonsense was this idiot spouting?
If he kept talking and offended the people of Great Xia, wouldn't this whole trip have been for nothing?
He hurriedly said to Lin Mo:
"Don't mind him. He means no harm. You have to understand, Half-Orcs have nothing but muscle in their heads!"
"When he said 'cunning humans,' he meant those religious frauds from the Holy Human Race, not you!"
Grom froze, then realized he had said the wrong thing and immediately nodded.
"Right! Those religious frauds!"
Seeing that Grom had calmed down, Thorin breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"Sir, you have absolutely no need to worry about that."
"Half-Orcs make their living on their reputation. It's the foundation of their survival, and no Half-Orc would ever undermine it!"
"If they dared to break a contract, no race would ever hire them again. Their entire race would starve to death."
"They would never ruin their own reputation!"
Grom nodded. "Exactly!"
After hearing this, Lin Mo nodded thoughtfully.
He stood up and bowed slightly to Grom.
"My apologies, Chief Grom. I didn't understand the situation. I apologize for doubting you just now."
At this, the last trace of anger on Grom's face vanished.
"It's fine."
Lin Mo sat back down and said:
"There's something I'd like to ask, if you don't mind discussing it?"
Seeing the other party nod, he asked his question.
"Since you can even hire out seventh-order fighters, seventh-order strength clearly isn't rare among your tribes."
"Then why have you been the ones who..."
Lin Mo paused, searching for a less hurtful way to phrase it.
"...have suffered the most fighting the Demon Clan?"
At these words, Grom's eyes dimmed. He seemed unsure how to