"I wasn't in a hurry. It's just that your mother is still waiting for me." Angus reached out to grasp Velin's hand, trying to move it away, but he had still underestimated the boy's resolve. It did not budge in the slightest.
Seeing this, the others all turned their faces away and pretended not to pay attention to the two of them.
"Father, would you like to hear about the position I've prepared for you?"
"Next time." Angus shook his head.
Seeing how little face his father gave him, Velin applied a little force with his right hand and pressed him directly into his seat. Then he stood to the side, blocking his escape route.
"The Foreign Affairs Directorate is lacking a Ninth-Rank Archon. Of everyone, I don't think anyone is more suitable than you."
"Father, what do you think?"
Staring at the unfilial son smiling before him, Angus dearly wanted to refuse outright. But if he did, he would not be walking out that door.
For now, he could only agree first and figure out a way later.
"I agree."
Hearing this, Velin said with a smile, "Father, I knew you would agree."
"Your mother is still waiting for me. Can I leave now?" Angus adjusted his clothes and spoke with a calm expression.
"Of course. But before you leave, I hope you'll sign this contract first, Father."
Looking at the document that appeared before him, Angus's pupils shrank slightly. The boy had indeed come prepared.
Fortunately, this document really was just an ordinary agreement and carried no binding contract power. Still, with the others as witnesses, whether it had compulsory force or not seemed irrelevant.
"Must it really come to this?" Angus looked up at Velin, his expression somewhat helpless.
Velin did not answer. Instead, he asked, "Father,