Kid, You Are Our Future

"Do you really think that those bronze pots are just for cooking lambs, my boy?"

The teenager stomped his foot and made a tsk sound. "Indeed, a barbarian from the west who knows nothing except for prosecuting people in to following him through the use of blades as a threat."

"Talking about threats." Borislav turned around. "After such a long time, did you really see this man pull out his blade and point it towards us? And how do you think about this entire 'five years plan' he distributed to us?" 

"Frankly speaking it is hard to accomplish every thing listed there in five years. But indeed it is still doable if the Caesar is not just bluffing to us and has the real capabilities to get things done." 

"What if he really did manage to accomplish every thing listed on the plan that you just deemed as hard to do?" Borislav stared at his grandson with a pair of eagle sharp eyes that is totally unseen during his meeting with Antonius. 

"Emmm…."