Chapter 228: One hundred and seventy: Night Talk (2)
"Ferreiro, those old bastards in the central parish are discussing again how to convert Malin to the Church of the Goddess of Harvest," old Hoffman said as he ate his dinner, addressing the Ferreiro before him.
The latter snorted, "Does a kid who makes over a hundred thousand a month care about that bit of money from growing vegetables? They don’t think about who gave them the Divine Arts they enjoy now, a bunch of idiots, trying to compete with the God of Justice for people."
"You can’t say that; after all, it was our church that discovered Malin, and his foster father is Gaiate," old Hoffman said with a sigh, "Has he been to your place recently?"
"Once a week, obviously, his busyness is visible to the naked eye. I told him to follow me if he wanted to make a fortune, but now it seems I’m the one who’s behind the times." Ferreiro sighed as well and continued eating his vegetable salad, "As for Malin, I won’t persuade him. I feel that his future doesn’t belong in this little church, old Hoffman. When we were fourteen, we could save people from a tight spot, but what were we doing at that age? Do you remember?"
"I do remember. I was chasing a pretty girl at that time, and I still remember her vividly," old Hoffman chuckled in response.
His answer elicited a sigh from his companion, "When I was fourteen, I didn’t even qualify to stand on the surgery table... Hoffman, we’ve gotten old."
With that remark, their small table filled with reminiscence of the past.
Eventually, Ferreiro tapped his coffee cup with his spoon, "We’re old, and all we can do is sigh about it... Hoffman, when is your apprentice, Mason Wyman, coming back?"