"Wait for you to give the orders?"
Wen Xu nodded. "There'll be no shortage of chances for you to use your blade."
"All right." Chen Zui agreed without hesitation.
Bian Chunchou could not help giving Wen Xu-Xu a thumbs-up, but looking into his eyes still felt a little strange. "If Chen Zui's mother had seen that just now, she might have..."
"Might have what?" Chen Zui looked up sharply.
Bian Chunchou mimed zipping his lips. "Nothing. But I'm curious—why do you listen to Wen Xu-Xu so readily?"
Chen Zui answered without thinking. "He's smart, and..."
"And what?"
"The little booklet he made me is really useful." His mother had told him that when judging who treated him well, he should look not at what they said, but at what they did. Wen Xu was the first person who had not looked down on him for being bad with words and had helped him solve that problem.
"Oh, right. I nearly forgot your precious little booklet." Bian Chunchou thought that Chen Zui might look slow, but his instincts in some matters were frighteningly sharp. No wonder his mother had felt comfortable letting her son go out and gain experience.
In fact, even without him and Wen Xu-Xu, Chen Zui-Zui would probably have made a name for himself just fine.
"Honored benefactors, our family head has prepared a modest feast at home. Might we invite the three young heroes of the Bian family to visit?"
At the words "three young heroes of the Bian family," Bian Chunchou's face stiffened. Come to think of it... he had started this himself. He had decided they should travel incognito, so when introducing himself, he had blurted out that his name was Bian Bu Wen. Wen Xu-Xu had then called himself Bian Bu Jing, and Chen