"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.