Anthony accompanied Malin out of the hall, and in the courtyard, the young man seemed a bit uneasy. To Malin, it appeared he had been struck a blow—because his great-grandfather felt that he could not adequately educate his eldest son and would rather entrust the child to a stranger he had just met for the first time.
Even if that stranger appeared to be no more than 12 years old.
"Anthony, don't worry. The old man is just too concerned about your child. If you want to raise the child yourself, I'll return him to you."
"No, Lord Malin, please don't say that. You're not from Farole and don't understand our traditions. Do you know, if a mentor returns a child, it signifies that the child is uncarvable rot, beyond hope. My great-grandfather chose you as my eldest son's mentor for a reason." The young man hastily explained, his face changing color drastically.
Malin nodded, "Alright, I won't bring it up again."
