"U-Um… but I… my legs—"
"Not a chance. You just want to trick us and hurt us, don't you?"
The older sister cut him off sharply, but Qiong Xing had already expected that kind of reaction, so he was not particularly bothered.
"There is something else I would like to ask of you. Don't worry, there are plenty of jobs that can be done even without strength."
What he mainly had in mind was handicrafts.
To be honest, Qiong Xing himself was not good at sewing, and he could not really teach it.
Since the children were still growing and often played rough, someone who could mend torn or damaged clothes would be greatly appreciated.
"I'm not capable of it myself, but the old lady would be able to teach you. So what do you think?"
It was foolish to call someone useless just because their legs were weak.
Beastmen were valued for their strength, yes, but that did not mean they had nothing else to offer.
