"The angels showed us Ashford's future."
Inside a shack outside the mutant settlement, Monger lit an Lho-stick and leaned back in a chair made of discarded synthetic wood.
"Monger."
Malkit reached out, snatched the Lho-stick from Monger's mouth, and pinched out its ember with his fingers.
Before Monger could speak, Malkit glanced at Jeanne beside Zhou Yun and said:
"There's a child here. Children's lives are precious. Don't poison them with Lho-sticks."
Faced with Malkit's kindly gaze from behind his tangled horns, Jeanne shrank back in apparent disgust and hid behind Zhou Yun.
Malkit merely assumed the child was frightened by his mutant appearance.
"Is this your daughter? You actually have a daughter? Where's her mother?" Monger smacked his lips, trying to savor the lingering taste of the Lho-stick.
"I picked her up from a dump." Zhou Yun patted Jeanne's somewhat dry hair.
He had indeed picked her up from a dump, though his methods had been a little violent.
"The child doesn't look very healthy, and she's accumulated quite a bit of fatigue. You can't be a father like that!"
Malkit looked at Jeanne, shook his head sternly, and said:
"Being a good father is very important."
"I couldn't agree more." Zhou Yun nodded in approval.
Malkit gave a slight nod. "I won't interfere with your family affairs, but if this child gets sick, she can come to me. I know a little medicine."
Jeanne trembled in fear.
Medicine? Nurgle medicine that made humans coexist with viruses?
Zhou Yun mocked inwardly, then shook his head.
Malkit sighed and stopped pressing the matter. "Then let's discuss serious business."
"You said you don't believe in The Emperor. Then we can speak frankly."
Malkit spread his arms, revealing his upper body covered in rot, ulcers, and pustules.
These disgusting traces of disease