Borgna had clearly underestimated his regiment members' enthusiasm for cultivation. Whether they knew each other or were familiar with one another seemed completely irrelevant. As long as he was the regiment commander, these fellows would come to ask him questions without the slightest hesitation during certain periods of the day.
Under these circumstances, as the newly appointed regiment commander, Borgna naturally had his own problems as well.
Was it that his work enthusiasm had soared? Or was he simply too honest? Perhaps it was both.
No matter what questions the regiment members came to ask him, he answered every one of them seriously, even when some of the questions sounded downright idiotic to him.
The direct result of this was that the number of regiment members coming to consult him skyrocketed in a short period of time.
Whenever that time came, his office would be packed to bursting. During that brief lunch break, he had no time at all to deal with the documents on his desk. He spent the entire time answering the regiment members' questions.
Sometimes, even when the allotted time had already passed, if he had only gotten halfway through an explanation, he would quickly finish speaking before going to cultivate.
Under these circumstances, the documents he could not deal with during his lunch break naturally meant that Borgna had to free up his afternoon to handle them.
If Gilt had been sitting here instead, this would never have happened.
Whenever he encountered a question that was too stupid, he would simply say, "You came to ask me about something this simple? Go back and think it over yourself! Use your brain!"
And when he came across a question that was too troublesome to explain, he would say, "We'll go over this question together in class on