Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1125: Section 699: Oath (Part 3)

Chapter 1125: Section 699: Oath (Part 3)

Malin looked at the small fortress with great interest—calling it a yard would be an insult to the word "yard," and a desecration to the existence of a fortress.

The human-shaped hole in the wall showed its thickness. Upon entering the main gate, there was a long, rectangular pond with a small bridge on hinges above it. If enemies were to invade, retracting the bridge would force them to either brave a circle of heavy fire to enter the inner courtyard, or leap over the pond over four meters wide.

The problem is, those who could leap over are not mortals, and attackers who are few in number can easily be overwhelmed by defenders—the platforms on both sides of the inner courtyard gate can house heavy firepower, including machine guns or crossbows, far beyond the imagination of the invaders.

In the eight-thousand-year history of fighting against Chaos, humans have remained the most adept creatures in this world at learning lessons and experiences from their encounters.

"Malin, how are you finding Eastern Land?" asked the elderly woman Malin was supporting with a smile.

Her kindness seemed variable depending on the person; she was also the most powerful among those present—half-step towards becoming Legendary, no, that’s not how it should be said, because Malin could clearly feel that she was only a breath away from Legendary.

She had never crossed that threshold.

She seemed... not to want to cross it.

Of course, Malin did not know why this was and did not wish to find out clearly.

"I feel at home," he simply expressed the answer in his heart, and then supported the elderly woman as they crossed the small bridge and passed through the inner gate. In the open space in front of the hall, the old lady withdrew her hand from Malin’s support.

"Go ahead, child, my grandson Changsheng, Quyi’s father, will arrange rooms for you. We’ll see each other in the evening; make sure to give this old lady some face." At this moment, the elderly woman invited Malin as the head of the family.

"Thank you for the invitation. As the saying goes, respecting is better than obeying. I will definitely come." Malin’s perfectly spoken Thainan made the elderly woman smile with satisfaction.

"Go ahead, Malin... oh, Quyi, come here, great-grandmother has something to ask you."

The old woman’s call brought Quyi, who was with Lulu, over. Lulu naturally took Malin’s hand: "Can Thainan really be spoken that fast? I didn’t understand half of it."

"Of course." Malin thought you haven’t seen someone who speaks like a trigger being pulled, where words shoot out in rapid succession.

"Malin, and Miss Lulu, come with me." Mr. Meng was already beckoning.

Malin led Lulu towards him, simultaneously glancing at the young man who was full of reluctance and confusion but not hate.

It wasn’t just the good upbringing by the old lady’s family, but also the child’s survival instinct helping him.

Thinking of this, Malin smiled—minor mistakes young people make in matters of the heart are always forgivable, especially with Lulu’s talent.

However, forgiveness is one thing; Malin would remember his overstepping.

The first time could pass because Malin was magnanimous.

There would be no second time, because Malin would not forgive enemies.

......

The elderly woman, supported by Quyi, entered the hall, the hall of the Thainan family, which always bore the responsibility of serving as a family meeting hall. As soon as the elderly woman sat down, her second son, who had just changed his clothes, rose impatiently and knelt in front of her: "Mother, you shamed me in front of the Li family."

"I know, I slighted the Li family. Tomorrow, I will personally visit old man Li." The elderly woman said with her eyes closed.

Quyi’s mouth twitched slightly—only great-grandma could speak that way to the venerable Mr. Li.

"Mother, Quyi takes after her mother, naturally having no strong opinions, and the Li family child is suitable for her," the second son said with his head down.

Quyi frowned but said nothing; with her mother gone, her father absent, and grandfather silent, some things... were not her place to contest.

The elderly woman opened her eyes: "Is that so, second son? Then tell me, what is your opinion?"

"The Li family child has already reached the high position of Step Seven. Quyi’s War Witch abilities have been stuck on Step Six for a long time. Without finding a good husband now, it will be hard later." The elderly woman’s second son spoke eloquently to the family.

"I’m already at Step Eight." This time, Quyi spoke up—it concerned her, and she had the reason and right to speak.

This revelation brought the family’s attention to her. Meng Quyi’s grandfather reached out to examine Meng Quyi’s right eye: "The whites of the eye are pure, with no bloodstains from the sixth stage of the War Witch—it seems the child wasn’t wrong, she’s at Stage Eight."

"Second son, is this your opinion? It’s laughable," the elderly woman chuckled, shaking her head.

Great-grandma still didn’t want the second uncle to make a fool of himself.

Meng Quyi’s heart clenched, recognizing that girls in this world, as Lulu said, whether in the East or West, are just commodities. Finding a man to her liking would be the blessing of good karma from her previous life.

"Mother, considering the foundation of a War Witch, don’t you know? There’s never been a War Witch who reached nine without becoming distorted and insane. Now is the right time to stop and find a good family to marry into," said the man kneeling there, speaking sincerely yet conveying insidious words.

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