Inside the cathedral, Tang Xiao could not be bothered to show the slightest interest in the surrounding places, which, as always, had no furniture whatsoever—only the rough shapes of rooms. He got straight to the point and said to his son, "All right, son, what was it you wanted me to do?"
Here, he had said "son" with a different pronunciation. Ever since getting brutally beaten by his son, Tang Xiao had adhered to the spiritual victory method of I may not be able to beat you physically, but I can't lose verbally. Whenever he had the chance, he took advantage in his words.
As one of the official languages of the Duchy of Dawn, his son naturally understood it. The Ones truly possessed astonishing memory and learning abilities. However, his son clearly could not understand how such a simple shift in pronunciation could change the meaning.
He felt there was something off about Tang Xiao's tone, yet could not explain why. He merely snorted coldly. "I want you to help me retrieve something."
"What is it?" Tang Xiao asked.
"A dagger," his son said.
"A dagger?" Tang Xiao naturally knew what he meant, but he still had to ask. Information asymmetry was his only advantage before these godlike Ones.
"That's right—a dagger, the only one capable of harming us." His son spoke in a seductive tone. "That dagger has been placed upon an altar neither my sister nor I can touch. I have decided that you will be my finest and most outstanding servant, so I am granting you this honor."
Tang Xiao looked flattered and somewhat panicked. "A dagger that can harm you? No! I can't take such a thing! This is utterly treasonous!"
His son laughed, clearly pleased by Tang Xiao's reaction. "I believe you are qualified