In the main house of the stronghold, the travel-worn Roman squatted down with great difficulty and sat on a small round stool, laughing.
"Master Bill, how have you been? My subordinates haven't been rude to you, have they? Sorry, the conditions are a little simple."
"It's indeed a little crude, but it's quite safe."
Zhou Jing sat opposite him, rubbing the back of his hand as he sized up Roman.
He had been in the stronghold for more than two months. The outside world had changed, but this place had always been safe and quiet.
Roman waved his hand, "Sorry to keep you waiting. I was supposed to leave together, but there were some things I had to deal with. Now that it's settled, I'm no longer a Privy Chancellor."
"What did you have to do in the capital?" Zhou Jing blinked.
"Some tedious matters. There's nothing to mention." Roman was vague and had no intention of explaining in detail.