"What good luck?" Monkey cried bitterly. "Fought two battles, didn't earn a single merit! Finally captured a guy, got a sword, but was punished to dig latrines for a month."
Old Lu Xirong shook his head with a wry smile: "You... Your first battle was the Blood and Mud fight, and you walked off the battlefield alive and kicking. Doesn't that prove you're lucky?"
Monkey responded with a dismissive "Oh," thinking of Sergeant Bunir and his childhood friends.
"Moreover, not every grunt can offend nobles and act like nothing's happened. What are they compared to you? They just need to move their lips, and you'll be sweating, bleeding, even risking your life!" Lu Xirong continued earnestly:
