Thomas is now twelve years old, the boy who used to be as skinny as a little monkey has now grown taller and stronger. He buried his head in the bowl, eating the juicy lamb meat in big mouthfuls, making Remon want to laugh: "Thomas, don't rush to eat, no one is going to take it from you."
"Brother, you're finally back." Thomas lifted his head from the bowl, his face a bit greasy: "I got my butt slapped by the Dwarf master today!"
"Why? Did you get into mischief again?" The Old Guard was a bit puzzled.
"I said I was taller than Mr. Delong." Thomas said a bit sheepishly.
"...If it were me, I'd definitely skin you alive." Remon couldn't help but laugh.
"Heh heh... heh heh heh..." Little Thomas lowered his head in embarrassment: "Brother, I want to study abroad in Nuer."
The main topic is here! Upon hearing this, Remon raised his head and put down the knife and fork in his hand: "Study abroad in Nuer? Is that the school's suggestion?"
