Chapter 567: Section 389: Help (Part 4)
When Malin saw Xing Chi, the Night Watcher of the National Church, he was in the midst of a squabble with Anthony over the issue of traveling north—Malin himself reckoned the battle in the north was somewhat dangerous, after all, who knew how many Black Orcs were encamped there, perhaps a thousand? Maybe two thousand? Or maybe even more had emerged from the woods in recent days.
In any case, Malin did not wish to bring the father of the future head of House Gallo onto the battlefield, this old patriarch, deemed a waste by some, could die for all he cared, but it would be no laughing matter if his apprentice lost his father before even being born.
But Anthony had a look of determined resolve, "We people of South Farole have an ancestral grudge against the Black Orcs so deep that heaven itself could not contain it, and it was they who forced us to cross the ocean in the past, now that we have a chance to kill some Black Orcs, how could I pass it up."
What an irksome fellow, but Malin had no grounds to refute him—after all, Anthony wasn’t wrong, the people of South Farole were once the true masters of the Great Wilderness before the Black Orcs swept across the plains, forcing their ancestors to cross the Raging Sea where scarcely one in ten survived.
In the Church of Justice, many Farolians voluntarily joined the order, becoming Paladins or Attendants, all to decapitate Black Orcs, and in the large South Farolian families, having a trophy room specifically for Black Orc skulls was considered exceedingly honorable.
"Then I’ll need authorization from your great-grandfather, or else should something happen to you, I can’t just conjure another you to face your family," Malin could only hope that Anthony’s family would take care of this wildly impractical groom-to-be.
After sending off the Night Watcher and Anthony, Malin only then thought of a problem on his way back to the parlor, "Right, wasn’t that Night Watcher supposed to see me?"
"He and Miss Lulu swapped tasks," Lillim explained.
"There’s really something wrong with the Night Watchers, how could they take their job so lightly," Malin was somewhat unhappy—the girl named Lulu might be cute, but... she was way too familiar; had he not repeatedly confirmed she was a girl, Malin would have long since booted this person into the stratosphere.