"Aren’t you really worried about anything?"
Standing by the door, Faye, who was planning to accompany Malin to the National Publishing House today, looked at her beloved and asked.
"Nothing to worry about,"
Malin took down a hunting cap from the rack and then ca in front of Faye, "Speaking of which, when was the last ti we went to the National Publishing House?"
"It’s been years, are you thinking of changing soone?" Faye gave Malin a glance.
"Old husband and wife, co on," Malin said with a smile, offering his arm.
Just like that day, Faye smiled and wrapped her arm around Malin’s, "Seriously, I am worried. If we don’t handle this matter well, it might lead to war between the Business Association and us."
"My dear, we talk about competition among businesses; I pay better wages than they do. Is it wrong for workers, clerks, and farrs to choose to work for ? If I am wrong, then they have betrayed themselves. So, I don’t mind the war between us and them, no matter how far they want to take the war, I’ll continue it with a smile," Malin said, smiling at Faye before him, "The citizens think we are doing the right thing. The workers feel our environnt is most secure for their big families, and the farrs like our leasing thod. Everyone profits from it, whether they agree or disagree, it’s not a problem, but an answer that cos after a heart-to-heart with oneself."
"But aren’t you afraid of their tricks?" Faye looked at Malin with a worried expression on her face.
Malin sighed, "Look at , do I look like a Mr. Nice Guy to you?"
"Of course, you pay higher weekly wages than anyone, with benefits and canned food. Anyone would feel honored to serve you, Malin. If I didn’t know you so well, I’d be scared too. I’d fear whether you want to replace my father, or wear the crown on your own head," Faye said to Malin, like a little creature, "I know your thoughts, but others don’t. Those few confrontations you had with Manli, I just found out about them. If mother and Lena, I wouldn’t even know how to begin worrying for you."
"My dear, I rember telling you that I agree the Lord of Justice’s righteousness can show a cruel side in the face of evil, right?"
"Yes, Malin, what does that have to do with this?"
"Of course, trust , everything will turn out fine. Now, hurry down with , otherwise we won’t be able to save a certain Mr. Lawyer later," Malin said with a laugh.
"Alright, I’ll follow you," Faye nodded and then walked out of the hall led by Malin.
......
Sitting on the edge of the square, in a dark alley, Kalta was trying to make himself look more pitiable, disguised as a beggar man watching the crowd. According to intelligence, in half an hour, the ’lawyer’ they needed to deal with would pass by here.
Casaman, you traitor, get ready to receive the purge from the sect.
Betraying the True God ans death. Only death can cleanse the sins from his body.
A lady paused as she passed by him, looking at him with confusion, "Sir, I see you have all limbs...oh, I apologize." She sighed as she saw Kalta’s tongueless mouth and the three missing fingers on his left hand: "Sorry, sir, I misjudged you."
She dropped a piece of paper money and then hurried away.
Stupid woman, this is the price a Believer pays for loyalty, how would you, a follower of false gods, understand?
Kalta humd twice, then chose a more comfortable sitting position.
Then he saw a group of high-grade apprentices from the Goddess of Harvest Church erge in the crowd.
They were carrying small wooden boxes and other household items like pillows, looking like the lucky ones who had just experienced a comrcial street raffle.
Hmm, these damned false god followers, one day the True God’s judgnt will co, and every person will be convicted, only by embracing the True God can they be saved.
Kalta checked again, he felt footsteps behind him... that damned beggar, he didn’t die?
With that doubt in mind, he suddenly beca alert—no, the sound of the footsteps was wrong, a crippled person couldn’t walk so steadily; the pace was wrong, a crippled leg couldn’t step that far!
Wrong!
As the steel wire tightened around his neck, Kalta was dragged into the alley. In his view, those apprentices took out revolvers from their boxes and proceeded into a shop across the street, using pillows to muffle the barrels.
The passing people ignored them!
Soone had set up a soundproof barrier outside!
Kalta felt a pain in his back as a cold dagger pierced his heart through the gap between his ribs. The silver dagger brought him imnse pain; he twisted and contorted, and in the mont he started to lose his sanity, an ice pick penetrated his skull.
The creature once known as Kalta finally stopped struggling.
......
"Even Chaos learns to enjoy," Logan said, entering the shop with a revolver in hand, looking at the Chaotics gathered around the table—in his psychic vision, these fellows were all purple.
It’s a pity, couldn’t bring a shotgun.
But under the firing of six revolvers, the Chaotic Believers still lay dead.
Logan reloaded while he looked over the bodies—two of them had begun to mutate, but the blessed silver bullets had done their job and killed these Chaotics.
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