Chapter 188: One hundred and forty: Aftermath (3)
The return journey was uneventful, and could even be described as lackluster when it came to Malin’s mood.
Leaving the battlefield, Old Hoffman did pay quite a bit of attention to Malin. He seemed to think that, no matter how capable Malin was, he was still just a child nearing twelve, and having killed so many Chaos in Parol City, even if it was in the fight for survival, should have left him with not a small amount of psychological trauma.
However, he soon discovered that his darling apprentice was a rising star with seemingly no cares in the world, spending the journey playing demon-hunter cards with the girls, chatting, or joining them to bask in the sun on the roof of the carriage.
The kids were huddled together on a blanket, enjoying the warmth of late autumn. Such a heartwarming scene even made Old Hoffman somewhat envious.
But more so, it was his love for his little apprentice.
Being able to understand why one fights and to come off the battlefield without a breakdown, such a child, not to say in Carterburg, but even in the central ecclesiastic district and the main ecclesiastic district, would be considered the best of students in the eyes of the great bishops.
Consider that when Colin first went to battle against the Chaos at the age of thirteen, he was so frightened he couldn’t sleep for a week, until he had to be forced into sleep with a spell formation, lest his stretched nerves snap—even at Sequence eight. And that Colin was already more than satisfactory to Old Hoffman.
Even if somewhat neurotic due to fear, he was still infinitely better than those cowards.
What a pity, this child was ultimately not someone he could control. From what he saw now, the child would have a future far brighter than he could imagine.
His achievements would not be limited to being just a bishop of the Goddess of Harvest Church.