A smile appeared on Delong's face, and he even shifted into a more comfortable sitting position.
What a pity. A cup of hot tea in his hand would have made this even more pleasant, and a few pastries made by his wife would have made it perfect.
Because of his personality, Delong disliked overly "complicated" matters. He had always been relatively straightforward in his approach to the Order God Church and his work. It was precisely because he had always treated his subordinates and every one of his students sincerely that, when he needed them, he hardly had to look. One word, and these clerics from his department had come with him, even though everyone knew coming here would very likely mean offending the bishops.
Still, Delong had served in the department for so many years. Even if he had never fermented soybean paste himself, he had at least tasted it.
So, sitting here, he could still understand what was happening.
"This boy really is something."
Delong thought of how especially fond his wife was of Kallen. Whenever she bought Richard new clerical robes and other clothes, she would buy Kallen an identical set.
The old man saw nothing unusual about this. Quite the opposite, he found it perfectly normal.
His wife had a discerning eye. She had recognized Kallen's excellence long ago.
Ah.
Who wouldn't like a young man like that?
At this thought, Delong instinctively looked toward his own grandson.
That inexplicable feeling of secondhand shame still hadn't faded.
"The captain is amazing."
Richard clenched his fists, as if it had been him, rather than Kallen, standing in the central area at the front and challenging everyone present. He felt an intense sense of identification!
Philomina asked, "What's amazing? His tone? Why do I feel like the