However, as a Southern character, Malin did indeed find it somewhat difficult to accept, after all, not everyone can open every door to a new world with perfect peace of mind.
"But let’s get back to it, why are you here?" Logan asked.
"The ladies are resting in the palace today, His Majesty is in Parliament, and it’s said that he won’t be back tonight."
"His Majesty and the old lords’ midnight cursing, eh? It’s really hard to understand what those adults are thinking, but I’m curious why you didn’t stay over."
"It’s all ladies and young miss; what business does a big man like me have staying there?" Malin replied while applying a bit of shampoo—one that the elves loved most. They had specifically expanded their production capacity with Malin for such hygiene products. In this way, the elves could have the best hair care products, and Malin could make a killing.
"Smells good, I heard the elves put Frost Herb in the shampoo, is that true?"
"Yes, after using it your scalp feels great, free of dandruff." Malin said this as he finished the shampooing process and rinsed off with a basin: "Do you want to try some?"
"I’ve got a buzz cut, so never mind. I’ll wait until I grow my hair back after I return."
Logan said while taking a glance at Malin: "Malin, you’ve become prettier than before."
Malin turned his head and glared at him: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"No, I mean, your elven bloodline might be awakening or something. Look at the other giants, like that one over there, his arm is thicker than your waist."
Following Logan’s pointing finger, Malin saw the second-year giant kid... alright, the kid was indeed sitting taller than standing Malin, and was quite burly.
"I don’t know, maybe it’s because I’m a half-blood."
"That goes without saying, unlike you folks, I’m a genuine human, no question about it." Logan was using a term—this was a typically human joke, usually used when humans and their non-human friends would jest or tease each other.
"Right, right, Mister Logan is a human, and we’re not." Malin also responded with a chuckle while taking out a soapberry—something that came from Thainan, allegedly before this item, people in the Western realms would use steam baths and board scraping to deal with skin pore issues.
But Malin and the elves had perfected this through their cooperation, and now it was an authentic skincare product—of course, the price had also skyrocketed, making money from the pockets of the rich.
"Damn, Malin, hit me with some of that," Logan’s eyes bulged with interest.
"You want to use this little girl’s stuff too?" Malin was puzzled, as he had heard Logan saying exactly that.
"I thought about it later, and maintaining the skin’s elasticity and shine is something a gentleman should do," the self-proclaimed gentleman shamelessly replied.
So Malin broke the soapberry into two: "This half is yours."
"I knew it, Mister Malin is loaded. From now on, I’m following you." Taking the soapberry, Logan started using it and seemed quite happy.
Malin then soaked his towel and began to scrub his back.
"By the way, I heard that you couldn’t join my cousin in the Underground City today, right?"
Halfway through his scrubbing, Logan suddenly brought up the subject, which made Malin curious. He nodded, "That’s right, have you been in contact with him today?"
"No, a friend told me. He said he’s been keeping close tabs on a few of his competitors. I thought about it and decided to give you a heads-up because if something happens to you, I stand to lose the most..." Logan said, taking a look at Malin, but noticed Malin didn’t seem as surprised as he expected: "Is it my imagination, or do you seem like you know something?"
"Nothing, thank you, Logan." Malin smiled and nodded.
Logan fell silent for a moment, then sighed: "Well, as long as you’re aware of it. It definitely looks problematic, but I think you can handle it, right? So, I have an unkind request."
"Speak up." Malin said, while creating a tiny soundproof sphere around them.
"You always say that everyone has to pay the price for their choices, and I really agree. I just want to ask you for a favor. If it involves him, I’m going to end up with five dead cousins this year. The previous four were rather badly maimed, so I hope you could leave him more intact, at least don’t spread him all over the Underground City." After speaking, Logan looked at Malin: "Okay?"
"No problem, I thought you might plead for his sake," Malin said with a laugh.
"You’re the one who always gives me dividends, my benefactor, while he’s the scum trying to ruin my reputation and business. Even though I’m a bit foolish, I’m not so stupid that I can’t tell right from wrong." Having said this, Logan got up and walked towards the shower area: "By the way, I’ve already taken his 2000, so don’t worry about me not being able to collect the outstanding payment."
"You sure know your stuff." Malin followed him.
"Of course, I’m around you all the time listening to your lectures to the apprentices of the Church of the God of Commerce, my ears are practically calloused. If I didn’t understand these things, I’d start doubting my own intelligence," Logan spoke and then suddenly looked down at Malin: "By the way, I haven’t compared with our..."
"What is it?" Malin looked at the boy.
"Nothing." The boy walked towards the shower head with a downcast look.
What’s wrong with Logan, looking like... there’s a sense of tragic heroism as if marching to the