Lonton's training ground was Spencer Childe's hellhole.
Sylvan Cheney trained there from a young age, suffering a lot and injured frequently.
Of course, he also honed his skills there.
All generations of the Childe family were meant to endure this experience.
Chale Cheney looked at Spencer Childe with bright round eyes.
Although he didn't understand what "training ground" meant, he had a vague idea that it was not a good place ...
No, he didn't want to leave Jasy ...
He didn't want to go back to Lonton, Lonton didn't have Jasy ...
Sylvan Cheney remained silent for a long time.
"You were sent there when you were two and a half. He is already three and a half," Spencer Childe said, "The younger the kid, the better for training. Otherwise, he will become spoiled – that would be completely improper."
As he spoke, his stern gaze swept over Chale Cheney's face.
"Baba doesn't want to go ..." Chale Cheney murmured, "I don't want to leave Landon ..."
