"Then how about I call you Lucas?" Velin took out a bottle of ordinary grape wine from his Spatial Ring, along with a set of drinking ware, and poured him a glass first.
Lucas accepted the wineglass with both hands and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "You are too courteous, sir."
Velin poured himself a glass of grape wine, took a sip, and slowly said, "You're a smart man, so let's skip the pleasantries and speak frankly."
"Please, go ahead." Lucas raised his glass and drained it in one gulp, his tone calm.
"I want you to work for me."
Hearing this, Lucas looked up at Velin and asked, "Sir, I'm only an ordinary person. It seems I can't offer you much value."
"Is farming not valuable?"
Seeing the serious look on his face, Velin's thoughts stirred, and he smiled.
"Farming?" Lucas froze slightly, then quickly understood. "Sir, I'd like to know how you found out."
"I can't tell you that." Velin shook his head, the gentle smile never leaving his face. "So? Would you like to work for me?"
Lucas looked over the surrounding scenery and smiled. "If I said I was unwilling, would you let me leave?"
"Do you want the truth or a lie?" Interested now, Velin did not answer directly. He lifted his wineglass, took a sip, and calmly waited for Lucas's choice.
Lucas smiled easily and replied, "If it's the truth, then I suppose the answer is no."
"If it's a lie, I suppose you would say, 'The scenery here is beautiful. It's perfect for retirement.'"
"Hahaha, you're quite good at guessing." Velin laughed heartily and said without concealment, "To be frank, your guess is not far from what I wanted to say."
"Honestly, I don't want to give you up. Compared with Fiona, you