Liao Jia felt as if ten thousand mud horses were galloping back and forth inside him. He opened his mouth, but after a long while, he still couldn't squeeze out a single word.
After a long silence, he asked in mortified outrage, "Me?"
Qi Shan said, "Who else would it be? Me?"
This wasn't a job he was overseeing.
He added another heartless twist of the knife. "If you can't do it, if you're not up to the task, you can tell the lord. She's always been lenient with new subordinates." All Liao Jia had to do was admit that he wasn't capable enough to take on the assignment.
However, Shen Tang's leniency had its limits.
This lord was quite "pragmatic." If a newcomer couldn't prove their worth and get along with the group, there was no need to waste too much energy on them. She might still put that person to work, but she wouldn't give them any important responsibilities.
So far, no one had been treated that way. To borrow Gu Chi's words, this lord of his considered everyone important and wanted to squeeze a thousand pounds of oil out of a body weighing barely over a hundred.
Qi Shan spoke nonchalantly, with a faint hint of provocation.
Liao Jia reacted like someone had stepped on his tail. "Who are you saying can't do it?"
How could he be incapable of using a few ordinary Word Spirits?
Qi Shan fell silent.
He'd realized that the people under the lord shared another trait: from the lord herself down to the civil and military officials, everyone was touchy about being called "incapable." It never failed to rile them up. He remembered Liao Jia from back then as someone who wasn't so easy to bait.
A Low-Tier Gongshi had very little