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"Interesting, now what about you, child?" Malin asked with a smile.
"I don't know, but judging from everyone's reaction, I probably don't have it." Soren replied quite frankly.
"Why do you think you don't have it?" Malin was curious again.
"Except for my father, no one likes me, not even my mother, and my cousin born in the Purple Chamber is different; he is the future King." The child answered Malin's question with an extremely calm voice, then sniffled as it seemed that the cold wind pouring in from the open window had chilled the child a bit.
So, Malin snapped his fingers, and all the bricks and stones of that window sealed themselves at the fastest speed they could achieve.
Having done that, Malin smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Child, are you content?"
"Malin, my child..." Old Hagelberry seemed not to want Malin to continue questioning, but Malin raised his hand to stop the old man from speaking.
He was waiting for Soren's response.
