"The King Who Stands Shoulder-to-Shoulder is interested in these things?" Princess Shadeer showed a rather curious expression.
"Yeah," Zhang Menglong nodded. "Princess, you also know I was born a slave, I've never seen much of the world, so what interests me most are all kinds of strange stories and anecdotes."
"The King Who Stands Shoulder-to-Shoulder must be joking. My royal father has already said you're definitely not some slave—you descended from the sky onto the battlefield."
Zhang Menglong was a bit stunned, then couldn't help but laugh. Back on the battlefield everyone's nerves were taut as bowstrings, who had the energy or time to investigate Zhang Menglong's true identity and background? As long as they could confirm he was standing on the side of the Mansha Kingdom, that was enough.
