【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(32)

“I read,” Wilbur said. “And played music. That was a sufficient distraction, I think.”
“Not according to Philza.”
“Why do you talk like that, by the way?” Wilbur shifted to look Technoblade squarely in the eyes. “You call the king Philza, which I can excuse because you’re… well, you. But Father also calls you an old friend, and I’ve asked Mother—because Father tells Mother everything—but she never heard of you before. And you all these things about weapons and warfare. Far too much.”