"The matter concerning the Black Vatican Priest?"
Foster looked somewhat surprised. He glanced down at the girl beside him, whose head barely reached his shoulder, currently absentmindedly tweaking a three-strand braid and lightly scratching her chin. Curiously, he asked, "Why him? I thought you'd be more interested in discussing the high priest Ramollok."
Teresa lightly shook her head and casually replied, "Regarding the high priest Ramollok, I probably know more than you, senior."
Foster didn't show the slightest surprise and simply asked calmly, "How so?"
"I've read through all the battle scenarios from that 'Border Skirmish' between the Dream Teaching Country and the Griffin Dynasty."
Teresa pursed her lips and turned her gaze to the costly projection equipment in the center of the laboratory: "I've watched his two matches during the day more than a hundred times."
