Wait, this scene seems familiar.
Malin sighed like this, while having to place the book in his hand onto the shelf that Mana had transford into, and then with a slight gesture of his small hand, Jin Weili started cruising back.
The young man landed on the ground and clung to Malin’s leg as if his life depended on it, crying like a panda — his eyes were both blackened, clearly from a beating.
The burly old man from the Jin family walked into the rest area: "Don’t just stand there watching, everyone, move back a bit."
All the legendary and semi-legendary spectators in the rest area imdiately dispersed.
The old man drove everyone away, then turned his head to look at Malin: "Sir, please don’t protect this brat of mine who deserves to be punished."
"Ah, did he do sothing wrong?" Malin asked with a face full of surprise.
Honestly, if soone else had said sothing about this kid, Malin wouldn’t really believe it, but this was Jin Weili’s own grandfather, so Malin didn’t know what to say. However, considering that Jin Weili had always been a good boy in Malin’s eyes, a fan of cody, Malin wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Then the old man threw a dal onto the ground: "This little bastard, he falsely made a dal for the sake of face! This is a fake dal! The real one has a small circle of text on the inside edge, detailing the achiever’s birth date and na! But on his dal, the details are in the center! Even the front pattern is wrong!"
After saying this, he took out another dal, this ti he solemnly handed it over to Malin with both hands.
Malin took it and examined it, indeed finding what the old man described. Then Malin used his spiritual energy to pick up the supposed fake dal the old man ntioned... it was indeed as he said.
"I think there might be a misunderstanding," Malin said, looking at the old man—because Jin Weili’s wailing was giving Malin a headache. Although Malin couldn’t really understand what the boy was saying with his ears, he could understand with the help of spiritual energy translation, which worked wonders — "Jin Weili said the dal was personally awarded by Sage Yu and Sage Qian."
"Sage Yu and Sage Qian?" Malin noticed the old man’s significant pause when Sage Qian was ntioned.
"Yes, he said it was Sage Yu and Sage Qian, and he also said you could ask them." Saying this, Malin straightforwardly opened a teleportation channel and poked his head through it.
Sage Yu was over there giving a lecture to craftsn. Seeing Malin’s head erging from the blackboard, he curiously smiled a bit: "Lord Malin, what brings you here?"
"I wanted to ask if you have ever awarded Jin Weili an Excellent Service dal."
"Yes, and I even had Sage Qian write a letter to Jin Weili’s family to prove that he truly deserved the dal, considering how ill-tempered the old man from the Jin family is. If they didn’t know the truth, I feared there might be trouble." At this point, the smile on Sage Yu’s face gradually disappeared because he saw Malin’s helpless smile.
"Trouble happened?"
"Trouble did happen."
One question, one answer. Sage Yu dared not continue the lesson, delegated the class to his Chief Apprentice, and followed Malin back to the rest area.
By this ti, the old man from the Jin family was already impatiently grabbing his grandson’s legs, with Jin Weili clinging tightly to Malin’s leg. When Sage Yu erged from the channel, he conveniently ended up sitting on Malin, who was slumped on the sofa.
The atmosphere turned very awkward for a mont. The old man from the Jin family saw Sage Yu and halted his actions, picking up that dal: "Sage Yu, is this really what you awarded to our Weili?"
"Indeed," Sage Yu said, pulling out another dal from under him: "Old man, this one was awarded to you by the previous generation, Sage Sima, I presu?"
"Of course!" The old man raised his head proudly.
"That explains it. Sage Qian and I used a different mold to create our dals, the markings on the front, between two strands of rice, depicted books and a craftsman’s hamr, while Sage Sima’s dals depicted crossed swords and a firearm." Sage Yu, talking like this, smacked his forehead: "Why am I explaining this to you and the Jin family? Have any of your ancestors ever received a dal from our lineage before today?"
The old man pondered for a mont and shook his head.
"Then it’s clear, your grandson is the first in your family to receive an Excellent Service dal from our lineage."
By this ti, Malin could finally sit back on the sofa, applied a dium-healing spell to Jin Weili, restoring his face, then patted the young man’s shoulder, who was still sobbing: "Old man, you should apologize to your grandson too."
"...How could I! I cannot apologize to him!" The old man started to quibble.
Malin snorted, and with a re glance, the old man’s face swelled just like his grandson’s earlier, then he started soaring, just like his grandson before, flying out of the rest area at subsonic speed.
"Ah! Grandpa!" Seeing his grandpa flying farther away, Jin Weili was a bit worried but was ultimately pressed down onto another sofa by Malin: "Your old man deserves a lesson this ti, don’t worry, I controlled the force with my spiritual energy punch."
Just as Malin finished speaking, they heard a scream from afar.
"Where is that place?" Malin asked curiously because he heard won screaming.
Sage Yu thought for a mont: "It’s the bath and changing rooms, currently used by the 455th dical Corps." Then Sage Yu took over the conversation, and Malin saw the old man flying back, his face looking even more swollen.
Malin tried to pretend he didn’t see.
But under Sage Yu’s gaze and Jin Weili’s plea, he finally reached out to stop the old man’s flight.
As soon as he landed, the old man tilted his head back, and his nosebleed gushed out in a dense stream. He looked like he’d received a solid beating, hopefully, this lesson would make him realize that everything requires asking before taking action.
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