Xia Mi joined the temporary chat room and first typed out a heap of flattery, saying she had been his fan for years, had followed his missions for a long time, and would be honored to take on one of his commissions if she had the chance-all sorts of sickening things.
The other party ignored the flattery, but his reply came quickly. "Do you have terrain-mapping abilities? No amateurs."
Who do you think you're looking down on? Xia Mi gritted her teeth, swallowed her anger, and emphasized that she had a relevant Word Spirit, making her ideally suited to terrain mapping.
"Good. Then let me ask you..."
"Please, go ahead..."
What followed was an assessment of her knowledge of terrain and Word Spirits. His questions were extremely tricky. While marveling at the breadth of his knowledge, Xia Mi answered fluently, not daring to let her guard down for a moment.
As they went back and forth, their discussion grew increasingly advanced. At first, he had only wanted to assess her abilities, but it later turned into a serious academic discussion, forcing Xia Mi to exhaust her ten thousand years of accumulated knowledge just to barely hold her own.
No wonder he managed to snatch commissions out from under me. Xia Mi was secretly alarmed. This Indiana Downs really did know his stuff.
"Not bad. You're the most suitable candidate so far. Once I finish my business here, you can come be my servant."
A servant??!
His lofty tone made her vision go dark, and a surge of fury shot from her tailbone straight to the crown of her head.
Xia Mi wanted to smash the mouse, but that would cost her twenty-nine yuan in compensation. She wanted to berate him for failing to recognize greatness when he saw it, but