"It's embarrassing!"
On the way back to the lord's mansion from the barracks, Yang Ming leaned back in his chair and sighed heavily.
Beside him, Daphne covered her mouth and chuckled lightly.
Having just witnessed Yang Ming and his private army commanders 'fight fiercely,' Daphne comforted him:
"A few of your men have pretty good brains. Even if placed in the regular army of the Empire, they would be nurtured as future generals. Losing to them isn't unjust."
"Moreover, they restricted your strong suit—forcing you not to jump factions in battle."
Yang Ming complained, "Are you comforting me or mocking me?"
"Of course I'm comforting you," Daphne laughed continuously.
"Alright, comfort it is," Yang Ming leaned back in his chair, slowly closing his eyes, "There's nothing necessary coming up. I'll stay here peacefully for half a month."
Daphne asked, "Didn't the Supermodified Organization send an invitation, wanting you to go over and train the supermodified people?"
