He had always regarded himself as an intellectual person. He was a well-read man to the outside world, and he had been like that since childhood. He had always looked down upon those with lowly occupations, but he never expected Alex to berate the intellectual ones so harshly with such a couplet.

However, he felt that Alex’s couplet was very neat.

It was extremely rhythmic when he read it.

It was catchy.

It was a pleasure to read it without understanding the literal meaning.

On the other hand, he could not write such words.

The East Divine Empire was a place in the universe where writing was relatively poor. The language spoken was different from other places, and ancient writing was not popular. Most of the public spoke a local language, and the writing was more like hieroglyphs.

To put it bluntly, something like ancient poetry was the cultural specialty of America.

Even the non-Americans on Earth knew little about ancient poetry.

Alex waved his hand and lashed those words at