The dignified second elder of the Fairlie family actually had to go to the main city of Spark City to wash clothes for the servants of the lord?
This matter was simply laughable.
Lance narrowed his eyes and seriously thought for a moment before continuing, "How about this, I don't have many requests within a day... if the handyman profession is too unworthy of talent, then you should be the transporter."
Transporter, to put it simply.
It was not even comparable to a handyman.
It was just a person who picked up feces.
Baker could simply pretend to faint on the spot. What was this?
How could he, a second elder, do such a thing!
The Fairlie family would never allow someone like him who tarnished the family's reputation to appear. Anyone who challenged the family's authority would be chased out by the family without exception.
"No... no, Lord Lance, please show mercy. I can't do such a thing, Lord Lance!"
