Chapter 622: Section 437: John Wick (3)
The children of the House of Brice seemed to fight as part of their routine, the young ones brawling in a tussle. Those strengthened by Malin cut a swath of destruction through their ranks, and even though his brothers were both tough and troublesome, the combination of Fio and Lorrin failed to inflict any real harm. Malin’s judgment wasn’t mistaken—the youngsters of the Brice family were unruly but not major villains capable of great evil, not even meeting the common standards of Paradox Interactive players.
The midsize boys instigating that kid named Domi were all hammered to the ground. Domi, having vented his anger, returned Fio and Lorrin to Malin.
"Thank you, Your Grace."
"I just felt that you and Spotty Madam both needed a thorough path of vengeance. If she had joined the fray, I’m afraid all your brothers would likely be dead, so better you than her," Malin said as he comforted a child and glanced at the adults of the Brice family.
Noticing that both the Duke and his wives were simply smiling without any thought of intervening.
Indeed, in such a dangerous world, large families instinctively raised many children. Having many made the loss of a few inconsequential.
Ah, this poor world.
Malin motioned the child to find Shelton, then signaled for Logan to come over.
"What’s the matter?"
"Just now, Ragel came back; they caught a deer with rot disease. The Brice family’s territory is in trouble."
"What, rot disease?" Malin was curious, so he followed Logan to where Ragel and his group were and saw the deer—still able to move and struggling, but its head was half-rotted away, with its left-side ribs clearly visible and its internal organs blackened and shriveled.