Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 463: Section 213: Before the Harvest Festival (Part 2)_2

Chapter 463: Section 213: Before the Harvest Festival (Part 2)_2

Everyone has their needs, and they are adults already, do they still need Malin to teach them how to live life?

Sorry, Malin himself does not think he can.

These gangs usually have a lot of patience for locals and citizens, but it’s different with the recently arrived refugees from the Eastern Kingdom and Northern Kingdom. Those refugees, having come to Carterburg, have taken many job opportunities, and even though Malin’s conglomerate has tried to absorb as many as possible, there’s still some antagonism between the two sides.

That’s already pretty good, in other areas, blood has already been spilled by both parties, and I’ve heard the police department is having a real headache about it recently.

"I understand, but this is really our guild’s shaper’s fault. He’s been influenced by your novel recently and thinks that the detective from the Eastern Kingdom is quite charming." Donald mentioned this with considerable embarrassment.

Malin spread his hands helplessly, "Speaking of which, my new book has also been submitted for review. It should pass, and I hope your shapers won’t take a liking to some of the monsters in it."

"What kind of monsters?" Donald, who was about to leave, turned his head and asked.

"...Ghouls with their brains exposed. Makeup like that would be quite a challenge."

"Forget I asked, Mr. Malin."

Mr. Donald beat a hasty retreat from the eater of corpses.

Malin also got up, leaving behind some pastries made with World Tree fruit powder as a small gift.

The shopkeeper saw Malin off and then returned to the conversation room to carefully store away the pastries—word had already spread among the gunsmith community that treats left by Mr. Malin were the best of gifts.

......

Back on the main street, Malin looked at his sister: "Why are you still holding Rewo? Rewo, do you have something to do?"

"Nope, I’ve got a three-day break for the Harvest Festival this year, and the Church also distributed quite a few pastries." The half-blood said, while hugging Maya’s neck.

Fine, Malin thought it best to let the girls be happy since it was still early.

"By the way, Maya, where are your sisters?"

"Sister Clovis should be at the Mage Tower, Sister Jessica is making up classes at the Church, and Sister Lillim is probably with Sister Faye."

"And what about that dumb fox, Matilda?" No sooner had Malin finished speaking than he saw a big-eared fox popping out from an alley, accompanied by a bunch of little Apprentices from the Church of Justice, who seemed to be engaged in hard labor.

Completely engrossed in her work, Matilda led her apprentices into another alley, apparently heading toward the main square.

"Brother, you saw that, right?"

Malin nodded—yes, he had indeed seen a standard corporate drone.

He then smiled wryly—it had been so many years, and he marveled at how, despite the changes in time and space, the unlucky ones always shared something in common. The phrase ’everything has its use’ must mean something like this.

While thinking this, Malin saw a Paladin emerge from the alley on horseback and dive right back into another alley without looking back.

Shortly after, Matilda appeared from the alley, looked around, spotted Malin, and then the foolish fox ran towards him at full speed, launching into a flying tackle... damn it, who wears breastplate armor in Carterburg.

Feeling as if his lungs were about to be forced out, Malin hugged the stinking fox: "What brings you back here?"

"The High God sent me, and he’s given an oracle that only you can read."

Malin took the paper and opened it.

"Just as I thought, blank to everyone but Mr. Malin," Rewo climbed onto Malin’s shoulder.

But Malin read the words on the paper—Compared to the numbskull in your head, I truly feel inferior. I return Matilda to you.

...You, the great High God, can be so petty sometimes.

Then new words appeared on the paper.

Keep talking nonsense and wait for a taste of lightning, you little scoundrel.

Malin put away the paper. Alright, mortals must have the self-awareness of mortals.

At the same time, he complained inwardly—I wasn’t even talking about you, why did you have to jump out?

Thunder boomed in the sky.

"It’s not raining though," Rewo, Maya, and Matilda, together, looked up.

Malin quietly pulled out a blank diary, turning it into an umbrella: "Ladies, let’s head home."

The girls happily followed and quickly moved ahead.

Malin followed them, watching the young frolic with joy, observing the adults with their hands filled from the distributed Harvest Festival gifts.

The people of this world really are easily contented... and it put him to shame.

Thinking this, Malin heard the honk of a car horn, turned his head, and saw the stinking brother of the Sayer family with his convertible, and the cute girl sitting in the back.

"Hey, Malin," Instructor Ametserk’s car drew up beside Malin on the road.

"Your girlfriend?" Malin took the initiative to ask.

"My brother’s granddaughter." The stinking brother from the Sayer family gave Malin a white eye, then turned to his great niece: "Dear Elsa, keep away from this guy. Everyone says that girls who have been looked at by him end up pregnant."

His great niece nodded her head: "If you insist on saying so, I’ll take it seriously," she replied.

"Dear, please take it very seriously." After that, he turned around: "I’m taking our little darling to the Church. And remember, if you touch her, I’ll kill you."

The motorcycle roared away, and Matilda stood next to Malin, confused: "Has your Church’s Instructor Sayer really thought this through, who exactly will be killing whom?"