Chapter 69: Sixty-two - s: Every Encounter is Predestined
Faye’s werewolf relative grumbled and stomped towards the exit of the coffee shop, with Malin squinting calmly behind him—truly deserving of the title of an outsider, as no one in Carterburg’s territory dared to raise their voice against Malin Gaiate anymore.
Well, not that there weren’t any before, it’s just that after a good hammering, they all fell into line.
That’s the thing with outsiders. Malin strongly suspected this guy had been living in the Imperial Capital for far too long, possibly forgetting how precious life really is.
Why though? Aren’t you relatives with Faye? Why can’t you discuss things civilly? Malin lamented for the sorry state of the world.
Following him out of the coffee shop, Malin spotted a carriage, and the young people atop it all hopped down upon seeing this fellow named Sigro.
A gnome stepped forward a few paces: "Boss, where are the others?"
"They’re all inside the coffee shop, I’m in a duel with this kid!" the werewolf said while taking off his jacket and tossing it to the gnome: "Jack! Hand me the sword!"
Malin suddenly felt like commenting—the name Jack was the first he’d come across in all his time in this world.
Jack was pretty much the equivalent of Great Ming, a name as common as they come.
While he was lost in his own thoughts, Malin still found the need to ask once more, "Speaking of which, why are you challenging me to a duel?"