"Arch Elder, worrying cannot improve our strength, nor can it increase our talent. Worrying is just borrowing trouble."
Thundar looked through the tent flap at the world outside—the land, the dark clouds, the forest… everything was very beautiful.
"Many kinsmen(tribesmen) have sacrificed themselves. Compared to them, my worries about the future are truly rather superfluous."
"At least we are still alive and have witnessed a prosperous and flourishing era, haven't we?"
"Arch Elder, I figured things out a long time ago."
"I want to be an elder without burdens, to appreciate the happiness of the present, to care for the Tribe, and to look out for every bloodline warrior who joins the cavalry regiment."
"As for other things, let nature take its course."
Thundar was very composed. Facing Rendall's gaze, he actually felt a long-lost sense of ease.
"Thundar, you have more promise than I do!"
Rendall picked up the wine pot from the low table and took a fierce gulp.
