Tristan Yandell quietly appeared and said, "Not bad, you have some comprehension. Let's go fishing!"
"Deputy Yandell!" Logan Hall cupped his hands in a reserved manner.
Tristan waved his hand. "Don't be so nervous. If you follow my big brother, you won't be weaker than me in the future. Call me by my name. I'm older than you by a few years, so you can call me big brother."
"I don't think that's appropriate..."
Logan naively scratched his head.
Tristan was one of the governors of the garrison of the capital.
Logan was breaking the rules by calling him brother!
However, Tristan did not mind, so Logan could only eagerly take the red water bucket and the fishing rod to the small pond on the east side of the Neal family's manor.
Although it was called a small pond, the surface of the water was as big as three to five acres of land.
