"I walk unsteadily because I just got injured, you damn senior brother."
Master Minks reacted more passionately.
He cursed, didn't shake Old Flywheel's hand, but instead strode forward to give his long-unseen senior a hug so tight that Old Flywheel could barely breathe. Then he said hoarsely:
"I saw him... He's the 'Scholar'! That bastard... he tricked us, he let down everyone who had hopes for him."
"Ah, I figured."
Old Flywheel knew who Minks was talking about. He reached out and patted his younger brother's shoulder, saying:
"I suspect that Little Bach might have guessed it too, but she's currently assisting Marshall Loren in the Kato area against the Bonebite Clan's attack, can't come here... We'll talk about these things later.
Right now, we must deal with the chaos in the city; I haven't been back for a long time, so you'll have to guide us through the interior of this large database."
"That's exactly why I'm here!"
