But this was the only chance to snatch life from the jaws of death if his children and their friends could kill that Malin... As Mowish thought of this, he watched his eldest son return and finally made up his mind.
He took out a limited quota silver badge from his pocket, "Son, you have grown up, it’s time to learn how to earn money. This is your capital."
After saying that, he tossed it to his child and, amidst his surprised words of gratitude, Mowish turned and headed for the second floor.
Foolish son, this is the only way your father can help you, only one of you or Malin can survive.
I look forward to seeing if you can bring me a surprise... but I also wouldn’t mind if your brother were to inherit the Vanter family.
"Lena, I am wondering if I have been too merciful."
Sitting at the cross’s horizontal span on the spire of the palace, Lady Anna looked out over the city before her, not turning around though she had already heard the footsteps of her sister.
"Vanter is a royalist, a target worth courting for His Majesty. He and his legion are loyal to the Mowish family; that’s good, isn’t it?" Lena’s voice was laced with fatigue.
It sounded as if she was somewhat dissatisfied... Yes, Anna sighed.
Malin was the only descendant their mentor had left in this world, though he was the child of that detestable giantess girl, though he looked like an enlarged version of their mentor, but his pupils, they were the purest shade of her own color: "I like Malin, not just because he is our mentor’s child, but also because Faye fancies him."
Anna had more than once thought her daughter would end up a spinster and more than once figured that maybe a charming boy would make her daughter entertain the thought of becoming a mother, but she never imagined that boy would be the mentor’s child.
"We should eliminate the Vanter family, or at least deal with that child. Anna, my sister, that Cohen of the Vanter family and his companions have crossed my line," she paused, and then added, "Maybe that’s not your line, though."
"How could it be, my sister? We have been keeping an eye on Malin’s actions all along, I don’t think he’s the kind that’s easily fooled. Think about his previous performances; he could even sense the faint murderous intent emanating from the old dog beside Manli. Do you think the children’s almost unmasked acting would really work?" Anna then turned to look at her sister: "Lena, trust that child once, will you? Even if he hasn’t realized all of this, do you think anything on the fourth level of the Underground City could pose a threat to him?"
"But the mentor said there are never such things as accidents that happen as expected... I will follow them, I can’t watch the mentor’s descendant be killed by them." Lena’s face twisted with conflict: "How can you still smile, Anna? That’s our mentor’s child!"
"Suit yourself, but let’s make a bet that the child will definitely catch on to their little conspiracy and then slaughter them all," Anna said to her sister in front of her.
"They will seek help; if it’s just those five kids, Malin could squash them single-handedly," Lena’s speculation made her sister fall silent for a moment.
Then Lady Anna finally chose to open a portal beneath her feet: "Of course, if you want to talk about the mastermind behind the Eastern Kingdom’s Calotte case, do you remember that he still owes me a favor, right?" Lady Anna turned her head to glance at her Head Maid: "Never mind, let’s find out for ourselves, and tell the old man that earning money isn’t necessarily a matter of whether it burns the hands."
Seeing this, Lena finally smiled: "You finally understand what I was trying to say, right?"
"Indeed, my dear nanny." With that, Anna jumped into the portal, followed by her Head Maid.
Malin looked out the train window at the station, feeling the train slowing down. His stillness led Clovis to reach out and pull on his braid: "Malin, what’s the matter?"
"I’m just thinking, if fog starts rolling in at the station and behind the city at this moment, are we about to enter a fight for survival again?" As he spoke, Malin turned his head to glance at Faye: "By the way, didn’t you get a message today saying that a team of rat maids will become your birthday gift?"
"They’re Moss Rat-men, and they were taken in by my mother shortly after I was born. They are older than me," Faye explained, putting on her coat: "Also, Malin, could you not jinx it? This is my home after all."
So Malin smiled awkwardly and looked out the window again, eyeing the little rats dressed in black and white maid outfits. He thought that the world was quite a nice place—when he heard ’Rat-man,’ he imagined rats holding halberds, clad in armor, chanting ’Skaven ratmen technology is the best, squeak!’.
Then reality told Malin that these were just little elements from stories he had seen back on Earth; here, the mouse girls were less than 1.2 meters tall and looked super adorable.
Faye took one look and immediately nodded happily: "Yes, it’s them."
The train had by now come to a standstill, so Faye simply climbed out the window, this girl dressed like a boy opened her arms and picked up one of them, lifting high.