When the time comes, I’ll get Svenson’s kid to help him find work. Hmm, it seems like Logan still can’t cut it. His business network can’t reach this far.
Having finished his complaint, Malin turned and came to the front of the furnace, sitting on the specially designated soft cushion.
He knew very well that Logan had plenty of business on his hands, but nobody had the guts to approach Malin, and Logan wouldn’t dare to push those trivial matters onto him.
"What are you thinking about, Mr. Malin?" Lulu sat down beside him, looking at Malin as if her gaze carried a message, Malin, your face is filled with memories and regrets.
"Thinking about stories from when I was little. Back then, Logan and I were Apprentices at the Church, and he used to recommend jobs to me, making a few hundred each time. Now, nobody comes to me with work."
"It must be that no one can afford to hire you anymore," Lulu said with a smile.
"Yes, whether they have money or not, nobody is hiring me anymore. Back then, I thought making money was pretty fast, but looking back now, I was just too naive," Malin said, then turned his head to look at Lulu. "What about you?"
"Since I have memory, I’ve been living with the Hagelberry family. When I was little, my cousins used to bully me. Later, when I became a Night Watcher, it was just to avoid being bullied... You’re different, Mr. Malin. When I was very young, Grandpa favoured me a lot, so everyone hated me."
Lulu’s words made Malin begin to understand—the injection must have been given within the first year after birth. Only then would Lulu have no memory of all this, or perhaps all the modified children lacked such memories. The older generation that knew about the surgeries, like the old patriarch of the Hagelberrys, certainly understood this; he was informed now, but his son’s generation was ignorant until his son took over and became privileged to all this knowledge.
Yeah... That definitely fits the military AI’s style, silent and mysterious. In short, they’re not talkative.
"Don’t worry, none of us will hate you," Malin said, comforting Lulu with a smile.
Her mood lifted at his words, and she smiled: "I know, Faye has said the same... I just thought, with so many girls adoring you, you probably wouldn’t care about me." Speaking shyly, she lowered her head, her long hair cascading like a waterfall: "When I was little, other than Faye, I had no other friends."
"We will be your most dependable friends," Malin said, extending his hand to stroke the back of Lulu’s hand. "Don’t worry, look at me."
"Okay." Lulu turned her head, her face full of confusion, as if waiting for Malin to provide an answer.
"Your smile is the most beautiful," Malin said with the sincerest tone.
The girl then smiled happily, which was a lovely sight.
"By the way, Mr. Malin, have you heard about the dreams Faye and the others have had?" Lulu asked.
"I know, and hey, don’t call me ’sir.’ We don’t go for that in my family," Malin nodded—The girls’ little secret had not escaped his notice; they thought they had kept it from Malin, but the whole thing had been recorded by Jason, the peeping tom.
Of course, Malin had stopped Jason, telling the kid not to engage in such activities anymore—using a satellite to find a hotspot to make some fast money for Malin would be better.
Jason just chuckled at this, suggesting that Malin’s idea was really unacceptable—how could the champion of the Chaos Brigade be as common as cabbage in the field? Even if that were the case, with Malin’s harvesting speed, the champions’ heads would soon all be cut off.
"I’ve also had such dreams," said Lulu, looking at Malin. "In the dream, the child’s name is Engma Jane Haus."
"That child, I know. She wears a double-breasted military coat, right?"
"Yes! How did you know?"
Seeing Lulu’s alarmed expression, Malin laughed and pointed at her forehead: "He’s my child too, although I use his body to see the descendants of me and Maya..." Malin shared some of his recent experiences with Lulu—when she heard that Mars had been chased down, she was clearly shocked, but when she learned that the child had successfully saved himself with Malin’s help, she looked very pleased. Speaking of Engma, Lulu mentioned the child’s experiences: "He showed no particular talents in his youth, not until the year the war ended, when he suddenly developed Spiritual Energy talents. Then he didn’t know anything at all—it was me who taught him how to use Spiritual Energy and Spell Formations."
"I see, maybe my possession ignited his Spiritual Energy talent?" Malin speculated.
"It’s entirely possible. Speaking of which, haven’t you talked to Faye and the others about it?"
"No, they didn’t tell me," of course Malin wouldn’t confess to Lulu that he had a full-time eavesdropper nearby.
"Is that so? When we get back, let’s have an open and frank discussion," Lulu encouraged Malin, which touched him deeply—see, other girls wouldn’t tell me, but only Lulu helped to open this gap for him.
Before the dawn broke the next day, Malin was already awakened by Sister Elisa, saying the Church of the Goddess of Harvest had sent someone urgently looking for him.
Having no choice, Malin descended the stairs in his robe only to see old Francis waiting.