"Father, thank you for this." Velin looked at Angus and thanked him from the bottom of his heart.
Angus rose and walked over to Velin, patting him on the shoulder. "As your father, I can only help you this much. The road ahead is still yours to walk."
"Yes, Father."
Angus and Velin spoke for over an hour more. Angus mainly gave him instructions and warned Velin of the importance of cultivating talent of his own, telling him not to keep asking his old father for people.
Afterward, he sent him away and continued reading.
Over the next few days, Velin enjoyed a rare period of leisure, wandering around the Provincial Capital of Chris Province.
He spent some Gold Coins buying local specialties, intending to bring them back for Belder and the others to try.
On the night of April 1, Velin leaned against the window and gazed out at the Commercial District of the Provincial Capital of Chris Province, which was still brightly lit.
Many officers of the Expeditionary Army and young nobles squandered money in dance halls and brothels, relieving their stress.
Unlike Velin, who had Draide protecting him, those ordinary officers and nobles faced uncertain life and death on the battlefield. Every time they survived was a blessing from the gods.
Now that the war had ended, they naturally had to vent the pressure they had accumulated.
However, this war had ended, and the next one was about to begin.
There were still four years until the agreement between the kingdom and the Ironforge Mountain Dwarf Kingdom. He had to prepare properly.
Within three months, in the Third alley of the Seventh District in the West City District of the Royal Capital of the Duchy of Bohan, there would be a mysterious old man on the verge