"You need to work hard so that your future soldiers will obey your orders." Medisa got a brown leather scroll and threw it to Juventus. "Take it. Read it carefully."
"Ha, thanks." Juventus caught the scroll in a way that looked like he was catching a precious treasure.
Angele stood beside Juventus and peeked at the scroll to see the contents, but the only thing he saw was a strange poem.
"What do you think? We can share it. I have always thought only poems and arias could represent the emotions of life." Juventus looked satisfied.
"I'll pass." Angele shook his head; it caught him off guard. "I don't understand why you have to cut a complete sentence into several parts.
Angele remembered that he still had several other questions and was about to ask.
"Oh! No!" Suddenly, a high-pitched male voice came from the table.
