"I would rather not have such a deadly boyfriend," the old mage rolled his eyes. With some helplessness, he shook his head at his old friend’s words, "I just came back from the Church. The Lord of Justice and the Goddess of Harvest will probably guard Malin with their lives."
"The Lord of Justice and the Goddess of Harvest? My old friend, you’re not well-informed. News just came from the Church of the War God, their Bishop stated that Karna’s second son violated the sacred duel rites. Malin killing him is without any impropriety." The receptionist old friend said this and glanced at the Domestic Fairy acting as a messenger, "Any new messages?"
The approaching Domestic Fairy nodded, "The God of Misery sides with Malin."
"A Super-Order, two high-orders, plus one with medium divine power. Even if that kid believes in the Lord of Radiance, he’d have to weigh his own head carefully now." The receptionist took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, offered one to his old friend, and then snapped his fingers, lighting the cigarettes for himself and his friend with the flame on his fingertip.
"I’ve already handed over my record crystal. Although I really don’t want to get involved in noble power games, who asked my beloved Clovis to be smitten with that kid." The old mage sighed at this point, "I haven’t seen my daughter that happy in a long time."
"Does that kid really not mind the beastly part of Clovis?"
"I’ve confirmed it with a Spell Formation, the kid has no selfish thoughts when he looks at Clovis..." The old mage said, taking a strong drag, "If he had any improper thoughts, I’d kill him even if it costs me these old bones."
"You dadzillas are really scary," his old friend exclaimed.
"I have only one daughter, unlike you, you scoundrel with seven daughters."
"Dude! Speak nicely, please, don’t pick at my wounds."
The topic of the two old mages ceased as they saw the Guild President emerge — the old elf followed behind a young elven woman, the usually haughty man was smiling quite humbly today.
"Lady Anna..." The old mage immediately recognized the elven woman. As a Legendary battle mage, this lady had a great reputation in mage circles, after all, she could tear apart a Great Demon with her bare hands. It’s unknown if her husband ever endured life-threatening domestic violence.
Ah ha, may arcane Spiritual Energy forgive an old mage’s presumption.
"I don’t think Lady Anna is here to stand in for the Karna family," the receptionist scratched his bald head.
"She is Faye’s mother, and Miss Faye is very close to Malin," the old mage explained to his old friend.
"...I think you should just kill him," the receptionist looked at his old friend, "Can you really stand this? Do you still love your daughter or not?"
"Don’t ask, I don’t think I can beat that kid. Last night, the first half of his swordsmanship I still recognized from Sydney military swordplay, but the second half, I couldn’t understand at all. And that rotten egg took a hit from my Capture Palm and was fine, unbelievably resistant to Spell Formation." The old mage shook his head — he truly couldn’t beat him. The old mage considered several times in his heart, if it was a real sword duel, he guessed he would get swept away by the kid’s sword, the gap in power between them now was greater than 10.
Of course, if it got real, the most likely scenario was him being chopped into four pieces by the kid, sword and all.
How can this fight, not better just turn a blind eye to his foster daughter Clovis’s interaction with him.
Even the Mowish family is not handling this matter, it’s not his turn to intervene as an old relic.
Hearing curses in the corridor, the middle-aged man sat in a chair, watching his wife with an expressionless face: "How are things?"
"Just confirmed, the Mage Association is standing with Malin, and the Demon Hunter Guild has publicly stated they are responsible for Malin’s safety," the old woman said with a sigh, "Lisa taught her children to avenge wrongs, but she didn’t teach them to understand the circumstance or time. Shelton, we have no chance of winning, this matter from start to finish is the children’s fault. Even the Veterans’ Association has expressed concern."
"How did the Veteran Association even get involved?" The middle-aged man had considered that the Church would support Malin, but what did the Veteran Association mean by this?
"Malin went north because he got a new emergency healing spell approved by the God of Misery and needed enough injured soldiers. On his way back, he was taken by an Evil God and then brought back by the Lord of Justice. And since Saif and Gina could not confirm Malin’s death, they ended up at Jessica’s door..."
"I know all this, and it is indeed Saif and Gina’s fault. But why on earth would my second son rush back overnight! Didn’t I say not to let him know?!"
"It was Lisa who sent out the pigeon. It was her personal action." The old woman shook her head, "Kay is a good child, but he is too doting on his younger brother and sister."
Just then, the small conference room’s door was burst open, and a disheveled woman stood there, "Shelton! Our child is dead! What are you doing! Why don’t you go and kill that bastard!"
"Enough, Lisa. Don’t you understand how much the Mowish family cares for that ’bastard’ you speak of in your mouth? They even agreed to let their young daughter be with him!" Looking at his other wife, the middle-aged man’s face was full of chills, "Who told you to inform Kay!"
"Why can’t I inform him! He, Saif, and Gina are all my children!"
The middle-aged man looked up at the sky; he did not know what to say—those who died were his children! But for the sake of the family, he could not do anything foolish! Who knows how many people were waiting for the Karna family to make a mistake!
"Someone take Lady Lisa down," the middle-aged man patted the armrest of his chair.
The two maids, who had been standing outside the door since his wife burst in, came forward, outstretching their hands to escort their mistress away.
Thus, the woman, maddened by anger and resentment, lunged at her husband.
The old woman looked on as the young rival was ultimately pushed to the ground by her own husband and shook her head, "Take Lady Lisa away, quickly."
As the maids dragged their mistress away, the old woman sighed, "We’re simply no match for Malin. There are too many organizations willing to help him, so many that some of them are even our friends... As you said, our enemies are waiting for us to make a mistake."
The middle-aged man was about to say something when he saw the door to his study burst open again. However, this time, along with his wife, there was also a contorted corpse in his line of sight.
"I want my child!" The woman, her face contorted and deformed, was shrieking.
The old woman shook her head, "She has gone mad."
In response was the Revolver raised in her husband’s hand, and the body that fell with the sound of gunfire.
"Hand over her body, say she was contaminated by Chaos," as he put away the Revolver, the middle-aged man sighed, "Enough people have died, tell the Bishop of the Lord of Justice that we have no intention of holding Malin accountable."
"But after all, they are our children."
"During the last Tide of the Dead, my father had eleven brothers. When it ended, only he and the youngest survived... I’m not so old that I can’t have more children. So the insolent ones... if they are dead, they are dead." Here, the middle-aged man sighed, "Tell the children, without enough strength, don’t even think about revenge."
"...I understand, Shelton," the old woman nodded in acquiescence. She looked towards her sister, who had already been escorted to the door by the maids.
Looking at the twisted flesh on her, the old woman sighed.