At this, the four of them laughed out loud.

Laughed for a while.

Continue chatting.

"When will the king return? Has it been decided?"

"It'll probably take at least half a year. The Sea Tribe branch has just been established, and the king will definitely need to strengthen political education and formulate corresponding work plans and guidelines based on the local situation. There's still plenty of time. There's no rush."

"He really works hard."

There was an exclamation, his tone full of reverence.

Others followed suit.

"It's hard work. This is what a true saint is. The so-called military god and demon saint are all bullshit."

A bunch of flattery.

Chu Yao felt an indescribable feeling in his heart after hearing this.

Obviously, their father holds a very high position in their minds.

Almost godlike.

Chu Yao was in agony.

Why is it that every time I get news about my father, it seems like he is getting closer, but I also feel that he is so far away from me?

Sometimes, Chu Yao even doubted whether that was his father?

What is he doing?

What are you thinking about?

There is no clue at all.

I totally don't understand.

"What about the human race?"

"How are the arrangements going?"

"Everything has been arranged. The rising stars from the Northern Frontier Prefecture, along with those sent from the Central Capital, will all receive further education. Classes will begin in two days and conclude in three months. They will then naturally be dispatched to the front lines."

"With that person's help, we will definitely have our first base after this war is over."

As they spoke, the four of them laughed heartily again.

Chu Yao: ...

Base?

What the hell are you talking about?

However, despite his inner hesitation and struggle, Chu Yao still did not show up.

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