It's the kind that's loaded with six bullets in six chambers.
At this point in the banter, Malin couldn't help but speak up, "I heard a kid say you wanted to see me, and now I'm here. Can you put aside your grudge with that gentleman and talk to me first?"
"Yes, sir, I indeed wanted to have a good talk with you,"
"Are you talking about how you want to be Malin's dog? Sorry, but you must not know the saying about wizards and dogs."
"Shut your filthy mouth, you royal dog, look at your disgusting self. Look at the people here, how many of them have encountered you on the run."
"Have they met them?" Malin pondered for a moment, sensing the malice in the gentleman's words, but he truly couldn't pinpoint where this hostility was coming from.
"No," the person in charge shook his head.
"Indeed they haven't, because those who encountered you were either hanged on the gallows or dragged to death by horses."
