"You cannot speak of the Lord in such a manner," Walter couldn't help but turn his head at these words. The nobility system was still deeply ingrained in his heart.
Besides, gossiping about one's boss behind their back was hardly a good thing. It's a major taboo in any workplace.
"He doesn't care..." Tiffany, however, pursed her lips dismissively and brushed a hand through her hair, which had grown quite a bit longer.
But she didn't continue on that subject, instead speaking excitedly about her family.
"Father, you have no idea how impressive Brother is now! He's teaching people to read at school. A whole bunch of little kids follow him around every day calling him 'Teacher.' He enjoys it so much he's reluctant to come home, preferring to stay at school."
Walter was rather surprised to hear this. His son's timid nature had been a headache for him for a long time. It was a classic case of 'hoping for iron to become steel,' but there was nothing he could do.
