"Father!"
Hearing the footsteps fade into the distance, Dalko could no longer hold back. He frowned and asked,
"Why did you only give Roland one month to study it?"
"You know how difficult Flowing Slash is to learn! Forget one month—even with a year or two, Roland might not be able to master it!"
Baron Fosling didn't immediately answer his son's question.
He picked up his porcelain cup, took a light sip of black tea, and slowly exhaled a breath of warm air before speaking in a quiet voice.
"Dalko, what is your station?"
"Father, why are you suddenly asking...?"
Dalko froze.
"Answer me!"
The gentle smile on Baron Fosling's face vanished, his voice suddenly turning stern.
Seeing his father's cold expression, Dalko couldn't help but lower his head and answer obediently.
"I am the eldest son of the Collins family, Dalko Collins..."
"I'm asking about your station! Your station!"
