Guerrero spoke, drawing upon his extensive knowledge.
He had a passionate love for books and was well-versed in the classical texts from every nation and region of the world.
He was particularly fascinated by the ancient literature of the Great Xia Empire.
In his eyes, that great nation, which had once shone with unparalleled brilliance in ancient times,
possessed a profound and ancient wisdom and culture,
like an inexhaustible treasure trove.
And the phrase, "in war, speed is of the essence,"
was deeply ingrained in his mind.
Ming Chan stood quietly to the side like a silent statue, his expression growing ever more solemn.
His gaze shifted between Abbot Tonghua and Guerrero, a hint of resignation and disappointment in his eyes.
'He had already keenly perceived that both Abbot Tonghua,'
'and this aggressive Archbishop from the Bright Holy See had their minds firmly made up.'
'Just as Guerrero had predicted,'
