"The Qin Army has already appeared on the battlefield," Tang Mo put down the report in his hand and massaged the bridge of his nose. He had been a bit busy recently, and his body was struggling to keep up.
He couldn't neglect the several Princesses just because of the war, and on top of that, he had to work overtime to bring out new technologies and develop more research ideas... So, inadvertently, he felt a bit drained.
After all, he didn't possess the mental strength of a great sorcerer, nor the physique of a berserker—he was just an ordinary man, incapable of accomplishing things that were beyond his ability.
"Your Majesty, although being young is good, you still need to exercise some restraint," only Roger had the authority and standing to make such a remark.
Tang Mo chuckled foolishly twice, changing the subject, "Luff, is the Qin Army really as formidable as the report suggests?"