Fitz took a deep breath, as if wanting to exhale the anger and irritation in his heart all at once.
He slowly turned to Felliman, his gaze revealing a hint of exhaustion and helplessness: "Felliman, you've been with me for so many years. Was it starting from your time as a senior squire?"
Felliman raised his head, his voice slightly respectful: "Yes, My Lord. Ever since I was a senior squire, I have followed you for over fifty years."
Though his voice was steady, a trace of lingering unease was hidden deep within his eyes.
Fitz smiled faintly, a trace of bitterness in his tone: "Fifty years... I really couldn't understand why I never realized you were so stubborn and slow-witted before."
These words were like an invisible sword, piercing straight into Felliman's heart.
Felliman immediately lowered his head, his face turning pale as sheet, as if he had been drenched by cold water.
Deep down, he couldn't help feeling resentful toward that Ang who had brought him such embarrassment: "It's all that guy's fault, even My Lord is starting to blame me."
Fitz sighed, his expression softening as he continued: "Let's talk business. Regarding the recapturing of the two mountain fortresses, I clearly told you before that the deadline was one month, but now more than a month has already passed. Why haven't I seen any news of the recapture from your side yet?"
Felliman immediately felt immense pressure, and hurriedly explained: "My Lord, the demons are exceptionally fierce this time, and they are hidden extremely deeply. Especially since the terrain of the mountain fortresses is complex and steep, making launching attacks fraught with difficulties, it is temporarily hard to achieve a quick victory."
Fitz frowned tightly, his aura instantly tightening up again: "This excuse of yours... when it