Shelton Brice of the House of Brice, as the third in line for succession, had enough bloodline, only sixteen years old, and already standing at two and a half meters, he was the only child of his generation with the chance to grow as tall as three meters.
Three meters, that was a height only standard giants possessed, and even though it might be considered short among male giants, it was enough to look down upon all creatures.
But that was just for the southern giants; in the North, Frost Giants were even taller and stronger. Even their females had an average height of around three meters.
So, when Shelton heard that Malin was of mixed Frost Giant blood, he really wanted to befriend him.
Regarding his sister’s death, Shelton knew that it wasn’t Malin’s fault from the beginning to the end. If not for that assassin, his sister and her friends wouldn’t have rushed to the scene and would’ve been able to retreat safely had they not been called out.
Moreover, Malin even helped his sister—after her lover died, his sister turned into a zombie bride, a zombie bride of mixed giant blood. Without someone to control her, Shelton couldn’t imagine how much damage his sister could have done to the city.
It was Malin who controlled his sister and eventually purified her.
And it was also because of his presence that his father eventually overcame all objections and gave his sister and her lover a proper status.
With such a debt of gratitude, Shelton wouldn’t fail to say thanks, nor would he irrationally take out his anger on Malin.
"I’m here." Logan, pushing the door open, immediately saw his guest: "Shelton, you’re quite early."
"When asking someone for help, naturally one should come a bit earlier," Shelton replied while he noticed his friend entering the room: "Leonidas, you’re here."
"I heard you got Malin’s help, and I wanted to come over to see the excitement. After all, the last adventure with him greatly benefited my advancement," the young man said as he sat down across from Shelton: "By the way, what’s the issue that even a big guy like you can’t resolve?"
"Wraiths," Shelton said with a bit of embarrassment—indeed, he had enough strength, was born with a powerful physique, but his only weakness was that he had no idea how to use spell formations.
The Brice family didn’t produce casters. Other families considered third-circle spells the basic configuration, but in the House of Brice, to be able to perform tricks was already to be a casting genius.
Shelton was half a genius, as he could perform tricks. The problem was, he only knew one trick—illumination, twice a day.
This trick could replace a torch but couldn’t possibly give Shelton the ability to fight against spirits. Although spiritual energy equipment could be used to kill wraiths, Shelton still lacked sufficient spellcasting abilities.
He could only find the most capable assistant, and Logan could help him get in touch with Malin.
"Malin is good at dealing with that kind of thing," Leonidas said with a smile.
"If he would be willing to help, that would be the best," Shelton remarked: "Speaking of which, Leonidas, you’ve met Malin, does he really look like what people say, a tiny giant?"
"...He’s probably about up to your thighs," Leonidas replied, shaking his head: "But I haven’t seen Malin for a while either."
As they were talking, the three of them heard the sound of the bell above the door ringing again as it was pushed open.
"Wow, it’s the lovely tomboy," Leonidas whistled.
Shelton exclaimed with a wow, "Who is that adorable kid who looks like a doll?"
"Malin..." As he was about to greet him, Logan turned his head to look at these two guys—no, why do you not cherish your lives so much.
This friend is really impossible to deal with.
Shelton looked at Malin sitting in front of him, feeling that his worldviews were being seriously challenged—the kid seemed to be only about 1.3 meters tall, a tiny figure, just like a large plush toy made by his sister.
And Mr. Malin Gaiate, he’s a Frost Giant half-blood? Where did his height get mixed up to?! Could there be a lineage in this world that has more to say about height than giants do?
However, going back to the point, although Shelton had misspoken, he was not as far off as Leonidas—this guy had actually mistaken the kid for a strange girl.
Look, Malin had just punched him once, and now Leonidas was sitting there with a swollen face, trying to crack a smile to Malin.
"Hello, Shelton, let’s talk about our work now," Mr. Malin, though looking small, had proven his strength to Shelton, so he detailed his request thoroughly.
"Spirits? No problem, leave these guys to me," Malin readily agreed, making Shelton a bit nervous, "Are you sure it’s no problem for you?"
"Yes." The little guy casually cast a Healing Spell, and Shelton felt his entire body screaming—in a very exhilarating way.
All the hidden injuries were retracting, all the gaps were being filled.
If there was any regret, it would probably be that this single Healing Spell had increased Shelton’s Spell Tolerance by 50%.
It was a deadly amount of data.
"Right, I’ll be bringing my girls along with me. You’d better throw in a little extra," Malin said this while Shelton had already taken a good look at these girls.
First was the young princess from House Mowish, whom Shelton recognized. When he was younger, he had a crush on this girl, but after his giant bloodline awakened and he shot up 40 centimeters in one summer, he no longer had the courage to pursue Faye.
Then there was the werewolf girl named Jessica. She seemed to be a physical fighter like Shelton, but he still recognized the blue flame in her eyes—a sign of bloodline awakening, making her the best light infantry in the team.
Next was the Bunny Girl named Clovis. She looked adorable despite significant beastification, and she had the scent of Spiritual Energy that Shelton feared the most. Definitely a Mage, no doubt about it.
The fourth was a girl named Lillim. She seemed physically weak, but Shelton was certain the Spell Formation auras on her were self-inflicted.
Lastly, there was a little leopard, looking like an incredibly cute cub, apparently not much for fighting. But to Shelton’s view, even if bringing her was just for an extra bit of money, it was fine—after all, Malin’s reputation was there, and him along with Faye was enough reason for him to pay up.
As for the other girls, Shelton could see them as just a bonus.