"You're very clever, young Rod. Some of these tedious theories are beyond the understanding of even the Fire Sons."
Jelaba chuckled, "Peibela, don't reveal our old secrets like that, the younger generation is losing respect for us."
Qingyu blinked, "Even though I don't understand, it seems pretty impressive."
Horus's face immediately fell, berating, "How can you become the king of Trolian like this? Rod might be lazy, but at least he's making an effort!"
Qingyu smiled, "Uncle Horus, a king doesn't need to know these things, as long as the people the king uses understand them."
This remark struck a nerve with the Archbishop, and for the next half-hour, there was only the sound of him scolding Qingyu.
And yet, no one was affected. They continued their journey, preparing for battle, including Qingyu.
"How much supplies did we bring?" Liszt asked.
Rod briefly recounted the supplies he carried, leaving everyone astonished.
