"This is Mr. Meng Jinshan, the observer from the Thainan diplomatic delegation, a respected War Witch and very powerful." Out of professional necessity, the portly messenger with wavy curly long hair, who Malin has met before, introduced the old man to Malin—emphasizing his Sequence.
The latter came over, extended his hand, and said fluently in Sydney language: "Good evening, Mr. Malin, I hope my daughter hasn't caused you any trouble."
You must be blind, did you know your daughter was competing with me for the girl?
Certainly, you don't know, just as you don't know that I'm planning to tie her up and sell her to a Frost Giant—I heard they've been looking for a Thainan chef who can cook for them, hope your daughter can handle flipping twenty-four pots with Spiritual Energy.
While Malin muttered to himself, he also extended his hand and replied in fluent Thainan language: "Not at all, your daughter is a brave child."
