Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1011: Section 652: Journey to the Caucasus (3)

Chapter 1011: Section 652: Journey to the Caucasus (3)

Matilda had long gotten used to Malin’s transformations. The next morning, when she saw Malin’s hair had grown significantly, the big-tailed fox chuckled while combing his hair. With a dagger, she did some simple trimming and tied it into a neat little ponytail.

Finding clothes that fit herself, Malin took his Fox Girl downstairs and found Mr. Meng.

After a good night’s rest, Mr. Meng looked much better. When Malin entered, he saw the man was already sitting on the balcony, watching the morning sunrise.

"You look much better, Mr. Meng." Malin walked into the room, and as he passed by Meng Quyi, the young woman gave his cheek a light pinch.

Mr. Meng glanced at Malin’s new appearance, then at his daughter’s playful action, and sighed helplessly: "Mr. Malin, what exactly is going on with you?"

"Bloodline awakening—paternal side." Malin said as he walked up to Mr. Meng. "Today, my beloved and I plan to visit Sagarezao City. Round trip, it shouldn’t take more than two days."

As he spoke, he reached toward the fruit bowl. An apple floated up, shedding its skin mid-air, completing its transformation before gently landing in front of Mr. Meng.

"I didn’t know Spiritual Energy could be used like this." Mr. Meng accepted the apple, marveling as though he had just discovered a new continent.

Malin raised an eyebrow: "Whether it’s technology or Spiritual Energy, the most important thing is its ability to change human Fate. Take this city, for instance. The people who built it surely didn’t create something so massive just for appearances."

Sitting on the balcony railing, Malin looked at the approaching Meng Quyi.

The latter glanced at Malin. "What are you staring at? I’ll be taking care of my father today."

"It’s okay, my daughter. You can join Mr. Malin to broaden your horizons," Mr. Meng said, leaning leisurely against the chair back.

Malin smiled. In his mind, the Meng family’s young lady was the type to be very stubborn. Once she set her mind on something, there was no turning back. Mr. Meng’s outlandish thoughts were unlikely to come to fruition.

"Huh? Really?" Meng Quyi chirped in a voice as crisp as a warbler, surprising Malin with her unexpected excitement.

"Huh? You’re coming too?" Matilda looked a bit puzzled. She wasn’t familiar with Meng Quyi and had mostly heard about this Thainan girl’s tales from Lulu.

"Huh, you’re coming along?" This was Malin’s reaction. Meng Quyi’s unpredictability left him slightly resigned, but he ultimately didn’t mind—after all, having one more person along wouldn’t make much difference.

He then looked at Mr. Meng.

Mr. Meng’s expression froze. When he noticed Malin’s gaze, the middle-aged man pursed his lips—a look that resembled a farmer lamenting as a wild boar ran amok in his vegetable field. The helplessness, the pain, the injustice—it was identical to Goethe’s heartbroken expression years ago when he heard his daughter wanted to marry Malin.

What’s there to cry about? The sky will rain, daughters will wed, and the cabbages you’ve grown will eventually fall prey to wild boars.

"Father, I’m going with Mr. Malin then."

Meng Quyi returned to her room, changed into practical outdoor clothing, and cheerfully bid her farewells while sticking close to Malin’s side.

At the door, Malin saw the big man with a sorrowful face waving goodbye. While marveling at the old man’s exaggerated acting skills, he also thought about his own future.

Hmm... It’s fine. Malin, you’re tougher than your father-in-law. When the time comes, you’ll surely be able to handle those little wild boars. With that thought, Malin’s mood improved considerably.

Leaving the envoy’s residence, Malin decided to first meet with Wanda, the leader. If he could secure a guide, it would be perfect—this way, no one would wonder how Malin managed to find the other city, dozens of kilometers away, without taking any detours.

When he arrived at the central palace of the leader, the Skinless guards conveyed his message to Wanda. This gave Malin the chance to scrutinize the palace—it was essentially a massive greenhouse, with metal plates from skyscrapers replacing the traditional glass panels.

Before long, a guard returned and informed him that the leader was waiting in the main hall.

Malin handed the guard a bottle of potion, explaining that it was a remedy capable of saving lives. Then, he led the two young ladies into the palace.

The leader, Wanda, was basking in the sunlight. Incidentally, Malin felt that zombies indeed enjoyed sunlight.

Stopping fifteen steps away from Wanda, Malin cleared his throat: "Your Excellency, I’m planning to head to Sagarezao City."

Hearing this, Wanda turned around. Upon seeing Malin’s appearance, the leader’s eyes widened: "Mr. Malin?" He stared, as though witnessing something deeply astonishing.

Malin nodded awkwardly: "Yes, my paternal bloodline is affecting me."

"Paternal bloodline... I see, I see." The leader repeated the phrase several times before turning around. "Van, bring my child here."

Soon, a small child approached.

Surprisingly, the child looked almost indistinguishable from a human. Malin glanced at the leader, then back at the child.

The leader seemed to understand Malin’s thoughts. Smiling, he extended his hand to hold the child’s, guiding him to Malin. "This child was born of my love and me. His mother is human, and because of me, she willingly came here."

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