Qin Ye took a deep breath, “Are you confident?”

Gu Qing chuckled softly, revealing a cocksure attitude, “Lord Qin, I don’t want to boast, but do you know how governmental reports have traditionally been done? They’ve been scrutinized down to the tee, trading out all ambiguous and imprecise words with far more beautifully crafted synonyms. No matter how rigorous an academic paper is, can it truly hold a candle to the level of governmental reports and speeches?” (TL: Really? I would’ve thought that academic papers, especially scientific ones, are the most rigorous of them all. And perhaps the only governmental reports that can match up to scientific papers would be reports from the legislature that are intended to only convey a single meaning.)

Qin Ye heaved a long sigh of relief. He felt like a huge rock was lifted off his chest, and he massaged his temples as he allowed his thoughts to drift away.

It was certainly reassuring to have such a reliable general under his command. He truly experienced the might of talents right now. That said, this general represented “knowledge”, and mere knowledge would never be sufficient if he wanted the new Hell to rise from desolation and be restored to its former glory.

After all, it is only when one possesses the might of an iron fist that he can truly begin to negotiate with leverage. Cathay’s reputable generals had all been whisked off to paradise by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. This research paper represented the gateway to both seizing Nobunaga’s soul, as well as an opportunity...