Mars’s talent in spiritual energy and shooting was plainly visible; Malin hardly needed to teach the boy how to adjust his aim. Mars could extrapolate from his actions on his own. Ultimately, on the twenty-seventh shot, he scored a 68.
Two instances of raising the gun to shoot, two instances of lifting the gun to shoot, two instances of turning to shoot, and two instances of shooting from the side.
An excellent sense of the gun, even though, since he was a child, he was using a .22 caliber handgun, it was enough to prove his talent.
"Very good, truly worthy of that lady’s offspring. She always expressed envy for that lady in the ancestral diary."
"...She herself was also a very excellent woman. All I can say is, maybe it was the limitations of the era, but no matter what, I loved her, and she treated the sa..." Malin said, then yawned.
"Looks like my ti is up." Malin sighed. He snapped his fingers and called Mars over: "Child, rember, no matter how great you beco in the future, how remarkable, always rember that humans are the masters of their desires and power, not their slaves."
"Yes, Ancestor."
"But that is a matter for much later. For now, Mars, tell , are you ready?" Malin asked the child with a smile, extending his hand to ruffle the boy’s hair: "Go on, Mars, return to your own era, and live well."
Because I too have my own era to face.
The next second, Malin opened his eyes.
In the darkness before dawn, with his dark vision, Malin saw the familiar colors on the ceiling, the breathing of his still soundly sleeping comrades, and Maya’s tail.
Fate may have pointed in a direction, but I will not submit to it.
I might be doing futile things in the ti to co, but I, Malin, have never been a coward. Mortals eventually reach the end of their strength, but when that last mont arrives, I will not shrink back, nor will I hide.
Mortals have their own consciousness, but also their pride and courage.
Reflecting on this, as if sensing sothing, Maya opened her eyes. In the darkness, the cat person’s vertical pupils did not make Malin feel any chill, but rather brought the warmth and joy of family.
He reached out and held the girl in his arms.
This is my little leopard, and always will be.
...
"Malin has been super affectionate lately," Nova ntioned during a gathering of the girls after a week of Rongma wandering: "He hugged twenty-seven tis this week, more than four tis a day. I don’t even know why he keeps hugging ."
"Maybe it’s because Malin likes to warm up by hugging us?" Clovis said with an expression full of weird annotations: "I got hugged forty-three tis. Malin always likes to hug from behind and say sothing like ’you sll so good,’ as if I were a rabbit at soup." After saying this, she even touched her waist and pinched her flesh: "I’m not fat at all."
"Your joke is really cold, Clovis. It’s not as cold here as the deadly Carterburg. Still, Malin has been acting strangely. He keeps trying to find things to talk about; I never knew Malin could be so talkative. I’ve even experienced four instances of awkward silence this week." Jessica lay on the table, looking unhappy: "To think I’d run out of things to say. It’s better to just bark than to be speechless."
"You ridiculously shaful wolf." Matilda snorted: "I barked six tis, and each ti Malin would pat my head."
"You two clumsy dogs are enough." Faye rolled her eyes: "We need to find soone to ask about it."
"Who should we ask then?" Rewo frowned: "I always wanted Malin to hug , but who can stand being hugged by him all day? From up close, it seems like he’s pampering , but from afar, it looks like he’s holding so sort of sack."
"That joke wasn’t funny at all, we must find soone to ask... Maya, can you go ask?" Faye looked at the Pansao cat person girl who was enjoying the afternoon sun.
The latter narrowed her eyes to slits: "What is there to ask about?"
"What is there to ask about? Don’t you care about Malin?" Faye asked Maya, looking surprised.
"There’s been no change at all," Maya replied: "Brother hasn’t hugged more than usual, hasn’t talked to more than usual, and he hasn’t ntioned that I have a fragrant sll."
"He grooms your fur seven tis a day! You’ll go bald!" The orc girls said in unison.
Faye covered her face again—Bald? To a legendary figure?
Girls, does your brain even work?
...
"It’s rare to see you here, Malin," Logan said, feeling the soda and the sunset under the parasol, waving weakly at Malin.
"What’s up, sitting here like an old man? How was this week’s hellish training?" Malin asked, while observing the situation on the training grounds, where Rongma’s soldiers were being trained in batches using materials provided by Malin.
"It’s inhumane. I couldn’t stand it after two days. I don’t even understand how these guys can grit their teeth and get through an entire week of training. Even if they fail to et the standards and cry their eyes out, did you brainwash them?" Logan asked his old friend: "Let tell ya, using illusion techniques to brainwash isn’t sothing you can just do willy-nilly."
"No, I haven’t used any techniques. I just told them that as long as they could complete the first phase of training, everyone would get to eat at from a can twice a week."
"Your can of soup? Oh my god, for just these two cans?"
"It’s two als, they can eat whatever they want in those two als, as long as they don’t stuff themselves to death, however they like." Malin thought that the soldiers in the guard area were really lacking in training, and that the country of Farole was still too poor, compared to the northern countries, even with Malin’s addition, the southern alliance was like a bunch of mud-legged paupers jingling with poverty.
So, it was still necessary to up the ante for these countries.
Of course, what’s more important is to get them to accept more training, to let them survive more in battle.
"If the soldiers defending this country can’t protect themselves, how can they be expected to protect anyone else?" Malin said so.
"...You’re right, if they can’t protect themselves, then at least I need to learn how to protect myself." Having said that, Logan finished his last soda, then stood up and walked over with his wooden-carved fake gun.
"Your husband is a brave man," Malin said with a smile, looking towards Miriam.
"That’s because he has a good friend like you, thank you, Malin." The lady with the large belly smiled, "Speaking of which, it reminds of the old days, you and Faye, what about your children?"
"That depends on Faye and the others to put in so effort," Malin said with a smile, then looked at her, "Anyway, you and Logan, when is your baby due?"
"November, I think we should find another place to give birth, Carterburg is too cold," Miriam said.
Malin nodded, seeming to agree with her point: "I think so too, it’s too cold, maybe Rongma would be a good choice," Malin recomnded.
"Indeed not bad, but we’re also buying a house, I heard there’s a new district being built here?"
"Yes, if you’re interested, I can have soone recomnd one for you, Faye’s steward is in charge."
Miriam gladly agreed, so Malin contacted the local person in charge and had him talk to Miriam.
As for whether Logan was there or not, that was unimportant, as spending money was considered a minor issue, and the man in charge of the big things at ho didn’t need to manage these dostic trifle matters.
When the sky in Rongma began to darken, the training was over, Malin said goodbye to Logan and began to head back to his palace—the girls should have finished talking by now.
He had no idea what they had discussed, hoping they hadn’t noticed his changes related to deep diving in the past week, although he didn’t say anything, Malin still feared those girls might have guessed sothing.
But until he got back to the hall, Malin did not find out what the girls were hiding in their hearts.
After dinner, Malin got ready to go out to play cards—the situation at ho was a bit ominous, he had used Divine Sight on the girls, confirming that nothing filthy had taken control of them—which was even more terrifying, what on earth were these girls thinking? So, he quickly put on his coat, and as Malin rushed to the door, Jessica and Matilda were at the door.
Maya manipulated the World Tree Saplings into a small chair facing the sofa, while the rest of the girls sat on the sofa.
"What is it?" Malin instinctively sensed danger, the young girls in front of him looking at him with the gaze only a predator has.
"Mr. Malin, it’s late, you shouldn’t go out," Nova said with a smile.
"But I already told a few new friends that I would play cards with them..." Malin struggled feebly.
"Which new friends? I’ll have my steward explain to them," Nova asked with a smile, the cold Hunter sizing up the prey sitting there.
"Jack from the Lye family, Lude from the Kyle family, and Quincy from the Valer family." Of course, Malin had previously told them he would play cards.
And so, Mr. Steward automatically beca like a kite without a string, quickly flying out of the hall.
"What are you trying to do exactly." Amid an eternity of uneasiness, Malin asked.
"We want to have children." The girls said in unison.
Malin was puzzled, then realized, and then his head tilted, "Wait a minute, didn’t we agree not to do things we weren’t sure of?"
"We’ve changed our minds," Faye said smilingly as Malin was hoisted up by Jessica and Maya, "Dear, you see, even your sister has betrayed you."
Malin was still struggling: "Wait a minute, I’m still young!"
What he got in return was the girls laughing loudly.
What he got in return was the unanimous reclining of the World Tree Saplings.
What he got in return was the tily Spotty lady’s duck and cover.
As he was carried upstairs by the mob, Malin’s heart turned to ash.
Hi everyone, I’m Malin, now in a state of complete desertion, what should I do.
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