Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1184: Section 725: Cooperation (Part 1)

Chapter 1184: Section 725: Cooperation (Part 1)

The next morning, Malin brought the children to see the elder. His face and body bore several fresh scars, but he still came to the clearing in front of the lumberyard. Accompanying him were several younger individuals capable of upright walking. Among them, Malin sensed that one of the women had a decent spiritual energy gift—this woman was very tall, probably somewhere around 2.757542 meters.

My goodness, you’re really tall.

Malin hadn’t felt the phantom pain in his neck for a long time, which made him somewhat unhappy, but at the same time, he genuinely understood just how tall this woman was. Speaking of which, if the matriarchs were all as powerful as this woman, Shen Wansan’s ancestors must have prospered, though this prosperity is somewhat tinged with the past.

In this world, nothing is more bitter than all beauty stemming from the past, like how Poland’s ancestors once prospered.

Joking aside, Malin gestured for the five children to go forward. After the children approached, the elder first sniffed them to ensure there was no problem. Then, the tall woman went over and patted their heads.

No one got strangled to death. After hearing the children speak to her, the matriarch turned to Malin with an odd smile on her face.

Malin smiled and thought, if you have the guts, come over and try strangling me.

But in the end, it was the elder who came over and extended his hand to Malin.

Malin smiled and shook his hand.

· "I genuinely feel the changes in the children. Their will hasn’t deviated at all, but they have truly changed."

A few days without seeing him, this elder made noticeable improvements in communication. Last time, he wasn’t this eloquent. If Malin couldn’t confirm that the old man hadn’t switched places, he wouldn’t have believed whether this was truly him: "I told you, there is a True Lord in the city who can enlighten minds. If you trust me, you can send over more batches of children."

Naturally, Malin didn’t expect these zombies to unconditionally trust him, so understanding each other better would be ideal.

· "That’s good, but it’s not my turn to talk to you this time."

After saying this, the elder stepped back. Malin looked up and finally crossed his arms as rock rose from beneath his feet—after elevating Malin to the same height as the woman, he nodded first.

"I’m Malin, and I was wondering how I should address you."

"I have no name." The woman’s first words were in standard Thainan Mandarin, which deepened Malin’s curiosity about her lineage—apart from lacking hair (neither hair nor eyebrows), she looked no different from a human... Ah, you mean the chest?

Malin glanced at her chest muscles, which resembled those of a bodybuilder... Better not to state the obvious.

She was wrapped in an animal skin, looking somewhat out of place in the zombie camp of the Astral Party’s main base. However considering the elder and his lineage were the same, it proved that this group of zombies was gradually returning to normality.

"Then... may I call you Dimistrecu?"

Malin remembered playing through the entire Resident Evil series at the Haiti Base, where an eight-foot woman left a profound impression on him similar to this one.

This lady frowned: "That’s too long of a name."

"Just Dimis will do for everyday calling." Malin continued his persuasion.

"...Alright." Perhaps having a human name held enough appeal for the great lady, as she nodded.

Hmm, the next step is a large sunhat, silk dress, high heels, and a long cigarette holder.

"By the way, what you just said was interesting. I’ll entrust one of my daughters, along with other children, to you still in five days. If nothing happens to these children, I’ll agree to leave our homeland. Although humans are detestable, compared to Chaos, we can still converse with each other." The great lady said this, turning to look behind her, and only then did Malin notice the children approaching.

Hmm, they’re also very frail, but knowing that this large tribe recently lost many strong males, there were originally tens of thousands of little ones crying for food daily. After losing so many adults, the already shaky food supply chain would certainly be severely impacted, and their future days would surely be tough, Malin figured there probably wouldn’t be too many issues.

As for why the food supply chain would be problematic, Malin believed that those mature zombies who fought were the hunters in the group. Once they died, the new hunters wouldn’t have enough experience. If hunting becomes problematic, and they can’t farm, then hunger is inevitable. Although it might not be an immediate issue, the problem is... humans are nearby, and they can’t organize large hunting parties too far from their homeland.

Moreover, Sostak No.3 and Bixiu Five are still monitoring in the background. They’ve been keeping an eye on the great lady’s physical reactions, so if she lies, she surely can’t fool them.

"Alright then, I can take them back. But as a show of sincerity, I hope your people can help us open up a pathway from here to the factory." Malin said to the great lady—since she set her conditions, Malin must also state his own.