"Three hundred nautical miles ahead and we'll be in the United Kingdom, are you all still having fun?"
Shi Luode looked obsequiously at Xin Chen, who was standing at the bow chewing on a packet of instant noodles. He had been miserable these past few days; the ship's cook was worse than a dog at cooking. Even dog food tasted better than his meals. If it weren't for his promise to his junior apprentice to never leave these demon spirits alone, he would've flown back every morning on his sword just to have breakfast and pack some to bring back.
"Why is your Chinese so good?"
"I've been fascinated by the splendid Chinese culture since I was little. Before I became a clergyman, I dreamt of working in China someday," Shi Luode said with a smile to Xin Chen. "So, since the age of twelve, I've been engrossed in 'Zizhi Tongjian', 'Records of the Grand Historian', and various ancient texts. But then, I was chosen to be a clergyman."
"Wow, that's impressive..."
