Even a history amateur like Charles Carter knows the great name of Robert Harris. After all, in later generations, his reputation is immense—so much so that, in some respects, it has even surpassed that of his peers, almost rivaling George Carter. When Charles Carter first learned that the man before him was George Carter, he was very excited, but because he was so familiar, the feeling quickly faded.

But this time was different. Suddenly encountering the legendary God of War, Charles Carter was a bit too excited.

Robert Harris, on the other hand, was very calm, while George Carter felt a bit uncomfortable. His own child so admired his “rival”—that’s right, a certain founder of the Han dynasty who prefers to remain anonymous, surnamed Liu, felt a bit jealous. Am I not more impressive than this guy? He’s already been captured and brought to the capital, still the God of War? Once he’s gone, I’ll show you what a “God of Shoes” is.

Charles Carter chattered on, asking Robert Harris about his experiences, about how he managed to defeat the mighty and seemingly invincible King of Western Chu.

Faced with those memories, Robert Harris seemed a bit dazed, his eyes dim.

George Carter tried several times to interject, but Charles Carter completely ignored him.

Robert Harris narrowed his eyes and asked, “Do you like military strategy?”

“Wearing armor, riding a tall horse, leading knights galloping across the battlefield, conquering cities and territories—what man wouldn’t like that?”

Robert Harris suddenly looked up at George Carter, smiled, and said, “I feel a real connection with your son. Why not let him study with me? Someone should inherit my skills.”

George Carter narrowed his eyes and chuckled, “Sure.”

Robert Harris patted Charles Carter on the head and said, “Come find me when you have the chance. I’ll teach you how to wage war.”

Charles Carter was dumbfounded. What was going on?

Robert Harris wants to teach me military strategy?

Even after Robert Harris left, Charles Carter was still in a state of shock. He felt it was simply unbelievable—he had actually become Robert Harris’s disciple???

“Heh, he’s already gone. What are you thinking about?”

Charles Carter suddenly looked up and asked, “Father, can you have Stephen Clark teach me how to manage state affairs, and James Bolton teach me how to strategize?”

“Get lost!!!”

……

After leaving the palace, Robert Harris’s face instantly turned icy cold. He glanced at several trusted followers standing by the carriage, silently got in, and as the carriage slowly made its way to his residence, Robert Harris looked up, his eyes filled with a chilling murderous intent.

Chapter 11: The Greatest Man

Robert Harris’s residence was not far from the palace.

This was specially arranged for him by George Carter, under the pretense: “So I can visit you whenever I miss you.”

But Robert Harris knew the truth.

George Carter had given him a very large residence, with the rank and scale of a feudal king, even though he was no longer one. Courtyards, pavilions, rock gardens—everything was there. To be fair, if this were to be a retirement home, it would be quite nice.

Unfortunately, George Carter was indeed old, but Robert Harris was still too young.

Robert Harris walked into the lifeless residence. The servants stood on either side, heads bowed. Whether in leading armies, governing the country, or managing people, Robert Harris was extremely strict, so the servants were all very afraid. In the entire courtyard, there was almost no laughter, hardly a face to be seen—everyone kept their heads down, not daring to look at Robert Harris directly.

Robert Harris narrowed his eyes, kneeling in the study.

A tall, imposing house servant, armed with a sword, stood before him, head bowed, awaiting orders.

“Go kill Jia, Xu, and Zhang. Bring me their heads.”

Upon hearing Robert Harris’s order, the servant did not hesitate at all, even though the three to be killed were Robert Harris’s closest retainers, who had always stayed by his side. After the servant left, Robert Harris calmly picked up a bamboo slip and began reading intently.

Soon, screams echoed through the courtyard, followed by curses, crying, and terrified shrieks.

But none of this affected Robert Harris. He simply continued reading quietly.

Not until three bloody heads were thrown before him did Robert Harris casually put away the bamboo slip and lower his head to examine the heads.

After a long look, he said, “Take them away and give them a proper burial.”

……

At this moment, Charles Carter was sitting in front of Martha Clark, grinning foolishly.

“Robert Harris truly lives up to his name. He saw at a glance that I’m no ordinary child. He was amazed by me and begged me to be his disciple, saying only I could inherit his legacy and, in the future, sweep the world for the Han and become invincible!”

“I was still hesitating, but he pleaded with Father, and Father agreed. In the end, seeing that he’s getting on in years and doesn’t have a disciple, I reluctantly agreed.”

Martha Clark shook her head and sighed deeply.

Charles Carter asked in surprise, “Mother, why are you sighing?”

“Your father always says that Ruyi is the son most like him. I think his judgment of people really isn’t what it used to be.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.”

Charles Carter laughed and said, “Father said he’s preparing a ceremony for me to become a disciple, and in a few days, someone will take me to Marquis of Huaiyin’s place!”

Martha Clark frowned, thought for a moment, and then asked, “Do you still remember what I told you a few days ago?”