After their discussion, Marvell calculated the time and sighed, "According to your prediction, I might not be able to go into cold sleep for a single day in the next forty years. Forty years is neither too early nor too late, but it happens to fall at the brink of my lifespan. I wonder if I'll still be able to fight alongside you, Ren Zhong, by then. By the way, will you undergo cold sleep?"
"Of course I will!" Ren Zhong stated firmly. "As for fighting alongside each other, that indeed is up to fate."
"Forget it, Bourbon is more gifted in military strategy than I am. Maybe it'll be better to let him take the lead by then."
Ren Zhong: "I hope so."
He initially wanted to say that the name Bourbon was rather inauspicious. After all, Louis Bourbon reversed becomes Louis Bourbon, who famously lost his head in Earth's history, which is quite awkward. But he thought about it and held his tongue, as superstition is not advisable.
