As Simon, captain of the city management squad, finished his explanation, Cai Ji, the mountain god, nodded repeatedly on the surface, but deep down, he was clearly unwilling.
When all was said and done, the position of God of Timekeeping didn't sound particularly impressive. Cai Ji felt that he might as well continue being a mountain god.
And that was indeed the case. Simon had made up this Heavenly Court post of God of Timekeeping on the spot. With the alcohol going to his head, some things were no longer under Simon's conscious control.
"My lord, could you give this minor god another position? This minor god feels that I could handle many more duties." After hesitating for a while, Cai Ji once again questioned Simon.
The intent mountain god Cai Ji failed to notice Wang Gang beside him continuously flipping through the Investiture of the Gods scroll, his expression growing displeased.
After all, Wang Gang was the key person in this god-investiture mission. He was the one in charge of the Investiture of the Gods.
These two mountain gods had followed him for over ten days, and he had personally appointed them as mountain gods. Yet in barely a few dozen minutes, the two had completely thrown in their lot with Simon. It made Wang Gang extremely uncomfortable.
However, neither the drunken Simon nor the two monsters listening to the city management captain's teachings noticed Wang Gang's change.
The only one who noticed the shift in Wang Gang's expression was Sister A Shui. She somehow produced a tissue and thoughtfully began wiping Wang Gang's mouth.
Sister A Shui's actions quickly soothed some of Wang Gang's dissatisfaction. Wang Gang sighed and looked at Sister A Shui. "You're still wiping my mouth? Can't you wipe yourself properly?"
As Wang Gang spoke,