Just as Tang Mo finished writing his reply, Galsa excitedly knocked on Tang Mo's door. Tang Mo had just folded the letter and placed it in an envelope, "Galsa, just in time! Your father has been thinking of you. In Roger's letter, he asked me to check how you've been lately."
"Me? I'm doing quite well," Galsa, clever beyond his years, said to Tang Mo with a grin: "My studies are going great, and recently I've been learning swordsmanship from Master Wes."
"Hmm, that's good. I also mentioned in the letter that you've been doing well lately," Tang Mo said, looking at the boy who had once been his young apprentice and noticing that he had grown to about 1.7 meters tall in a year's time.
The food at Brunas was really good, plumping up the boy who had once been rather scrawny.
"By the way," Tang Mo said as he sealed the letter with his own seal and casually asked Galsa, who had come to see him, "What brings you here?"
