"How could it have nothing to do with us?"
Li Ke remained utterly unfazed by the mockery. Instead, he chuckled and shot back.
"No matter how small a son's business is, it's still a major matter. Didn't you come all this way too?"
Cohen did not understand at first, but quickly caught the double meaning. His expression immediately darkened.
"Son" could refer to the Golden Lizard Kingdom, or the Velanders.
A century and a half ago, there had been no Velanders on this planet. Every Velander had been a super-soldier designed through genetic engineering by the technical division of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee—the predecessor of the Academy—at the Defense Department's request.
As a Ten Thousand Commander, of course he knew the origins of the Velanders. He simply did not care.
The Legion's pride and glory had never come from some ancient history, but from the road stretching endlessly ahead beneath their feet.
Still, not caring was one thing.
Having it dragged out and mocked was another.
Chu Guang glanced at the B-rank researcher in mild surprise.
From the players' chatter on the forums, he had thought those bookworms were bad with words.
Now it seemed only the low-level operatives who could not speak in circles were tongue-tied.
Seeing the four sides standing motionless in the wheat fields while the barbed remarks grew increasingly explosive, King Montego's scalp went numb.
After all, this was right outside his home.
Unable to suppress his unease any longer, Montego finally stepped forward and dared to mediate.
"...You have all come from afar and must be exhausted from the journey! Why not accompany me to the castle for some rest, and then discuss future matters further? This is hardly the place to talk..."
Cohen gave the old man a bland look, then signaled to a