Margaret could even clearly feel that Fatty's command was maturing!
Yes, it's like the feeling of grains of sand forming a tower, which then magically condenses into a castle built with blue stone and steel beams. These command techniques are his catalysts.
Margaret didn't know what Fatty had gone through in the war, nor did she know what kind of guidance Russell, his teacher, had given him. She only knew that she was fortunate to witness the birth of a future great general.
It was she who personally completed one of the procedures involved.
In this room, on this sunny day, the magic fortress was gradually taking shape.
"Beep beep!"
Fatty's communicator suddenly rang.
"Audrey, what's up..." Amidst his busyness, Fatty opened the communicator. After listening to just two sentences, his hands stopped moving.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Fatty stop the match and turn to look at her, Margaret asked puzzled.
Old Klaus, he's the bandit army's treasurer!
