The Promise of the Front Line!

"Moss, what do you think about the conference? Did you gain anything from it?" Weston asked smilingly.

He told Moss to go to his room when the conference ended and had a good chat with Moss alone.

"I've benefited plenty from it, sir!" Moss's eyes lit up as he nodded excitedly. "I've seen big shots I could only see in books. They have broadened my horizons and train of thought and increased my knowledge by tenfolds. I've also found a new goal for myself!"

"Excellent work, kid. You're getting more comfortable talking too!" Weston laughed and patted Moss's shoulder. "I can consider letting you make a speech next time and show others your growth experiences to cheer up other professional knights!"

"Y-You're too flattering, sir. That's a stage for big shots and powerhouses, and I'm only a sophomore. Please don't pull my leg." Moss thought Weston was joking, so he quickly waved his hand.