Tang Qi's offhand consolation seemed to open a new door for Philopolos. The four-meter giant, who had a dejected face, suddenly lit up as if infused with a shot of chicken blood and roared, "You're right, I can make it myself."
"I am Philopolos, a proud member of the great Bonos family. The bloodline of a 'Blacksmith' flows within me. A mere giant-specific Extraordinary Plane, how could I not be able to make it?"
As Philopolos roared, he stood up from the single chair he had been mangling for a while, his face flush with excitement as he left the room. Those unaware might think he had successfully landed a job.
Soon, the next "job applicant" took a seat in front of everyone.
It was not only Tang Qi, even Jason started to wonder if the list in their hands was provided by a temporary worker from the Ancient Castle Bureau.
A boy around eight or nine years old sat in front of them.
