This time it was Gessa and Winters who were puzzled, the two of them exchanged a glance, finding that the other was as bewildered as themselves.
Now in the courtyard, there were two people who knew nothing, one person who knew everything but said nothing, and another who didn't know much but was sweating profusely.
Skur took off his monocle, remained silent for a while, then slowly said, "Well, he is really quite notorious."
Winters and Gessa looked at each other, the latter signaled with his eyes.
"How famous?" Winters asked.
"The one who writes satirical plays," Skur said lightly, "He wrote 'Emperor Tumel'.
"I..." For some reason, Winters felt as if he should be ashamed, "In terms of literature... I only read joke books."
Skur sighed noncommittally, "Joke books are not bad either."
Gessa was about to get even more confused, so he cut to the chase, directly grabbing Luosong to ask, "Do you mean to say, this guy has a big background?"
