"About this... I don't know," Xiahou Yu said. Given Robert's experiences, if he hadn't survived, gotten lucky, and had some ability, how would the world know his full name? Of the countless living creatures in this world, how many would leave behind even the smallest details of their lives?
Let alone the name of the only daughter of Luo San's adoptive parents.
Even her surname could only be determined because of Luo San.
Xiahou Yu wondered why his lord was asking.
"Has my lord met Luo Zhongshu and Luo Lin?"
Had those two left a deep impression on his lord? Were they important figures? Otherwise, how could someone as busy as his lord remember their names so clearly? Xiahou Yu's eyes were utterly sincere, which only made Shen Tang, who'd been making a joke, feel awkward.
"No, it's because of Robert and J.K. Rowling."
Xiahou Yu blinked in confusion. "Huh?"
"Anyway, that's not important."
It was so lonely making a joke when nobody picked up on it.
Shen Tang moved on, but Gu De had overheard the conversation. He said uncertainly, "It sounds like a barbarian tongue from the northwest... the Northern and Desert Provinces, perhaps? When the academy dean was young, he traveled far and wide. He passed through the Northern Desert and the two provinces, where a few remote tribes spoke that way. Supposedly, it was their ancient barbarian language. The dean even learned a couple of phrases from an old man. Something like 'Afu Te Nu'?"
Considering that his lord now held sway over the northwest and southwest, and that the Northern Desert, where foreign tribes lived, had also become her territory, it wasn't appropriate to use derogatory terms for the barbarous lands of other peoples anymore. Shen Tang clearly wasn't as thoughtful as he was, and