"Logan, who is he to you? The Logan from Carterburg, the one with many relatives." Malin found some familiar features in this middle-aged man's bloodline.
"My ancestor, can you really have known him?" The middle-aged man looked at Malin with disbelief.
Malin smiled—If I said I knew your ancestor and even did quite a bit of business with him, would you believe anything then?
Probably not.
Thinking about this, Malin sighed again.
Logan, and everyone, we've unknowingly turned into figures that even history can't clearly define.
......
"Your power makes me have to believe you, sir, but I'm very curious, who exactly are you?" Drake Hapsburg looked at Malin, bewildered by Malin's gestures, surprised by Malin's words, until now, as he looked at the ancient Carterburg gold coin that Malin handed him—these coins hadn't been used for years, and only a few remained in existence, each belonging to the Gaiates or the Haus family. This one... was so pristine, as if it had just been minted.
