For the Unreliable Ancestor's Sake

After wandering around the city for half the day, Kallen brought Han Jiang back to the Kaslana family estate.

Inside Kallen's room, Han Jiang sat steadily at the desk and asked her, "So, what should we do next?"

"What?"

Kallen had already opened the wardrobe in her room and was continuously picking out clothes.

"Of course, we rob the rich to aid the poor. Many of Schicksal's upper ranks are extremely wealthy. We need to take the money of those evil people and return it to the poor."

"That's it?" Han Jiang asked.

Before, Kallen had at least talked about awakening the people's awareness of resistance and struggle. Why was she going back to doing something so low-level now?

"This is only the first step, just the first step. There will be other actions afterward. In any case, I'll first help you get used to it tonight. We'll need to keep robbing them for a while."

"Hey, why are you still sitting there? Come over here." Kallen spoke to Han Jiang impatiently.

She felt that it was a little unfair for her to be painstakingly picking clothes suitable for the operation while Han Jiang sat there as calm as a lord.

She had completely forgotten that Han Jiang was merely someone she had invited to help.

Perhaps it was the Kaslana family's usual carefree spirit at work. They believed that anyone standing on the same side was a friend.

So Kallen naturally began ordering Han Jiang around as a friend rather than treating him as someone she had hired for help.

"What am I supposed to pick?" Han Jiang glanced at the combat suit he was wearing.

The Far East-made combat suit was fireproof and waterproof, already as good as it could get. Could there really be even better clothing?