Rome Must Perish

Although it was said to be assistance, it was mainly undertaken by the youth team. According to Volenus’s requirements, they also needed to organize the warehouse, check the inventory, and even make a rough estimate of the consumption for the next few days. If they discovered any potential shortages, they had to report to him in time.

Compared to the military training in the morning, Valles preferred the labor in the afternoon. It made him feel like he could do things like an adult, giving him a great sense of accomplishment.

After dinner, Quintus came over.

"Valles, how do you feel staying here these days?" Quintus asked.

"It’s okay." Valles answered nonchalantly, which was his habit when talking to his grandfather.

"If that’s the case, in a few days we will go back."

"Why go back? It’s nice here!" Valles became anxious immediately and said loudly, "Here I can have so many friends of my age, we train together, work together, and learn together. It’s much livelier than at home, and I’ve learned a lot! Plus, I can have three meals here, and the food is delicious. Look, I’ve even grown a bit stronger!"

As Valles said this, he clenched his fist and stretched his arm in front of his grandfather.

Looking at his excited grandson, Quintus listened to him speak so much for once and said calmly, "It sounds quite good, so shall we... continue to stay here?"

"Yes, stay here all the time!" Valles nodded vigorously, then impatiently said, "Grandfather, is there anything else? I’m about to go study!"

"Child." Quintus looked at him and solemnly instructed, "If I don’t come back, you must take good care of yourself here!"