"Logan, did you fail another cousin?" On the first day of class, as soon as Logan, now a sophomore, walked through the door, he heard greetings from his classmates.
He nodded his head, responding sowhat helplessly, "That’s right, I failed another one."
Speaking of which, many in the Thirty Braves’ families had marriages of alliance, but Logan, who seed to marry off relatives everywhere, was an anomaly. The upside was that his family barely had any enemies; the downside, Logan couldn’t rember how many relatives he had. It could be that the ones fighting out of jealousy were his own cousins or second cousins—or in extre cases, perhaps even his uncles or nephews.
"By the way, where’s Malin? Did he skip a grade?" Looking around the classroom and not finding Malin, Logan asked with so confusion.
"No, he didn’t. He’s outside with Lillim. I said we should just have that little lamb deliver the ssage," soone said with a laugh.
Logan walked to the window, poked his head out, and saw Malin and Lillim in the garden.
Logan slapped a spell formation on himself to enhance his hearing, then realized that the two had created a zone of silence.
ow ow, a four-ring spell formation is truly impressive.
......
Lillim pursed her lips, waiting for Malin to speak. Malin was moved that this girl would share with him the truth she knew, and at the sa ti... he took out the two copper buttons.
The button from his coat Malin had specifically swapped out, so when two seemingly identical buttons appeared, Lillim could no longer control her emotions. She began to sob, crying as she looked at Malin, "In another world, would I beco sothing as hideous as that? What exactly... happened to that world?"
"...Don’t worry, that’s just another world, one we can’t observe. Lillim, don’t worry, I’ll protect you," Malin said as he sat down beside Lillim and patted her back.
"Mm, I know, but I wonder if you, Mr. Malin, still exist in that world. If there is also your presence there, then who would have defeated you, who killed our sisters, and turned into such an ugly creature..." Lillim paused for a mont, then lifted her head to look at Malin, "I need to get stronger, Mr. Malin. I must understand what happened to myself in that world, and you’ll definitely help unravel this mystery, right?"
"Mm, if we can beco strong enough to observe that world, then we will surely solve this riddle." Although he said this, Malin knew that without any accidents, only when they beca deities would he and Lillim have the chance to observe that world.
"We... should keep it from the others, okay?" Lillim pleaded as she looked at Malin.
"Why?" Malin asked, curious.
Telling these secrets will only cause the sisters more worry. You and I, keeping this secret, until we unravel it or one of us treads the path of failure." Lillim looked at Malin, "Is that okay?"
That last "Is that okay?" touched Malin’s heart. In that mont, the plea in the eyes of this little lamb overlapped with the spiritual body kneeling on the ground, enduring the scorching of the Holy Fla.
In the final mont, the spiritual body had no more wails or anger, only a soft muttering that echoed in Malin’s ears.
Lorrin... my love... we can finally be together again.
Lorrin... it must be the na I had in that other world.
Malin, with a sigh, eventually nodded, "Okay, this is our secret. Lillim, you have to promise too, not to give anything away. Otherwise, your sister Faye will notice sothing’s off about you, and she’s not easy to fool."
"No problem, Mr. Malin, thank you," the little lamb pouted at Malin, looking at him as a young cub beholds its master.
"No need to thank , Lillim, we are now confidants," Malin said with a smile, patting Lillim’s head and then following her horns to the tips with his hand, "I am the Captain, you are my First."
The little lamb nodded shyly, feeling Malin’s touch and looking up at him, "Mr. Malin, do you like my horns?"
"Yes, they are very beautiful horns... I won’t let such beautiful horns be destroyed," Malin said with conviction as he gazed at the beautiful horns before him.
Indeed, such beautiful horns should not be desecrated, and their owner should certainly not beco a Chaos-infected Spiritual Body.
"I believe in what Mr. Malin says," Lillim said, raising her head, her face filled with trustful joy.
Malin reached out and took Lillim’s hand, "Rember, Lillim, no matter what perils your fate may reveal in the future, always rember, I am rushing to you at full speed, wait for ."
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Had Malin taken the wrong dication?
In the past half-year, Logan often asked himself this question.
Firstly, Malin had once again lowered his own rate, bringing his assistant fee from 3500 down to 1750, and often didn’t even charge among friends.
It seed he was amassing battle experience, accepting any kind of fight—from life-and-death struggles against Chaos warrior squads, to sweeping entire insectoid Spirits’ nests, Malin appeared to refuse no call to action, simply taking on any job that ca his way.
Although Logan’s cut was reduced each ti, the sheer volu ensured he had enough, with the busiest day seeing Malin eradicate an entire nest of Water Ghosts at the sewer exit before dawn; co daylight, he stord a Spirits-infested residence, shattering everything that could be broken; by almost noon, he was in the northern forests clashing with a Chaos squad, beheading five Chaos combatants.
After a quick field ration for lunch, Malin took a new client into the dungeon, annihilating the Spider Mother along with her brood; at four in the afternoon, he caught a shape-shifter at the city gate, and by following the trail, wiped out an entire nest of shape-shifters; in the evening, he led a City Guard strike team into the slums, crushing a robbery gang that had just moved into Carterburg, resulting in an intense firefight where Malin led his n from the first floor to the third, killing nine and capturing three.
Finally, at midnight, he encountered a family of Vampires, where Malin imdiately took out the patriarch, then used a wooden stick to kill the matriarch, and lastly sent the offspring packed off to Parol City, having heard there was an old man there who fancied such young Vampires... reportedly just lacking a live specin, that’s all.
Logan made a thousand just from his cut for the day.
What are you up to, Malin? With the amount of your actual combat, let’s not even talk about Apprentice rank, you already have enough for step eight of the ladder.
And the most crucial bit was the direction Malin told Logan he was heading—giving up the advancent direction of an Apprentice Mage, turning toward the path of a battle Mage.
Doesn’t he know that battle Mages require the most talent... wait a minute, this guy never seed to lack talent.
Carrying such a regret, Logan once again pushed open the door to the classroom.
"Logan, I heard you lost another cousin?" a classmate asked.
He nodded, answering listlessly, "Yes, I lost another one."
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