As he said this, Ian turned his head, smiling as he gently stroked the boy's hair beside him—it was smooth. The white-haired Prophet spoke slowly: "So, Loran, don't be nervous."
"To be a bit arrogant, your faith in me is indeed your honor. But in reality, having your faith in me is also my honor."
"If your faith is meant to express gratitude for what I've done in the past... then now, I also want to express gratitude for your guidance in our endeavor."
Having said that, Ian bowed his head and asked earnestly: "Is there anything you want?"
"I..."
At this moment, Loran felt his mind a bit heated.
Firstly, because of Ian and Adalbert's conversation—their exchange didn't avoid anything, everything was spoken directly.
As a smart child, Loran surely knew that these topics were the main projects for the future Xiawei Territory, confidential as could be... Can he really listen? Even if he doesn't understand, what shouldn't be known must absolutely not be known!
