Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 256 - 189: The Journey of the Central Administrative Province (Part 2)_2

Chapter 256: Chapter 189: The Journey of the Central Administrative Province (Part 2)_2

And when it comes to the taste of Magic Potion, Malin could only shake his head, because that stuff really tasted bad, and honey couldn’t be added: "It’s somewhat bitter."

To be honest, Colin told him, when taking the Detective Magic Potion, depending on the strength of one’s belief, different intensities of low whispers would appear. Believers usually had an easier time, while all that Malin heard were from some self-proclaimed War God, some guy called a loving father, some self-styled artist, and some guy whose words you couldn’t trust, not even the punctuation marks, making their presence known in his head.

Although it was noisy, it was completely different from the bewitching feeling Colin mentioned.

...Maybe it’s because these four gentlemen didn’t offer the right terms, after all, they were all writing rubber checks. Having been battle-hardened on Earth, what kind of clickbait apps hadn’t Malin seen? Would he believe such nonsense like choosing the War God meant guaranteed victory in battle or the kind old father offered immortality online, or those who believed would get a beautiful girl to warm their bed?

What, you say there’s one more?

That guy’s words, you shouldn’t even trust a punctuation mark of his, whoever does is a fool.

"Somewhat bitter?" Logan cocked his head, seemingly finding it hard to believe.

But he had no choice but to believe—after all, who was Malin? His talent was known to all, his strength was there for all to see; if he said the potion was bitter, then it most certainly was.

"But what else is there besides being bitter?" Logan continued, maintaining his curiosity.

"Just the low whispers of the Evil God, I guess. Their words are not reliable at all, or rather, not even the punctuation marks are." As Malin spoke, he took the fruit platter handed over by Miriam: "Thanks, Miriam, you’re becoming more and more adorable."

"Thanks, Mr. Malin, for the compliment. You’re much better at this than Logan; he only knows how to call me ’beautiful.’" Miriam said with a smile. Ever since taking the Magic Potion and awakening her ancestral bloodline, she had developed toward an elf-like appearance—indeed beautiful. But in Malin’s view, being told you’re beautiful every day can also be tiring. Miriam’s stature, however, hadn’t developed in the direction of an elf’s, so she still looked petite and even more adorable.

Logan, you can’t even compliment properly. Do you still want a girlfriend? Such a cute girl— if you don’t take care of her, someone might snatch her away in the blink of an eye.

Thinking this, Malin shot a glance at his old friend then turned to the girl with a smile: "Speaking of which, my old friend Logan might be no talker, but he truly is a good man." After speaking, Malin meaningfully glanced at the knife scars on Logan’s hands. What an embarrassment, 17 cuts just from peeling an apple—if people didn’t know better, they’d think he was trying to off himself.

In Malin’s opinion, it would be better for this kid not to advance to the Melee Sequence; otherwise, one day, the weapon in his hand might just finish off its owner.

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn’t have accepted his pursuit," she said with a laugh before opting to leave: "Well, I need to go back and have lunch with my teammates. You boys should hurry to the dining car later."

"Won’t you eat with us? We’ve turned the back into a kitchen," Malin asked.

"No thanks, it’s better to be with my teammates. Otherwise, they’ll complain that I’m neglecting them for my boyfriend," Miriam said with a smile, then gave Logan a kiss.

Watching the girl leave the carriage, Malin then turned to his old friend: "How are you feeling now?"

"Feels like I got struck by twenty lightning bolts," Logan said with a flushed face swelling up, glancing at Malin: "You kid, you must be used to it."

"Yeah, I sleep with Clovis every day," Malin answered with a smile, casually leaning against the window frame, supporting his chin with his hand: "This kind of joy, you and Miriam haven’t experienced it, have you?"

......

Faye popped her head out the door, about to call Malin for lunch, when she saw her beloved’s old friend, Logan, in the carriage hallway, taking off his belt. He threw the belt over the railing above the window, then tied it securely and tried to loop his neck through it.

"What’s going on?" Faye asked out of curiosity, because with the strength Logan was mustering, by the time he’d managed to hang himself, everyone would probably have finished the competition and returned to Carterburg.

Mr. Logan, are you sure you haven’t taken any Magic Potion related to exaggerated acting?

"It’s okay, I’ve just talked to him about some things he’s not yet aware of at his age," Malin leaned against the car window, clapping to cheer on his old friend as he replied.

"Ah! Princess Faye! He said he slept with Clovis!" Logan, with his hands on his belt, looked at Faye, "He’s betraying you!"

In that instant, Faye seemed to see Logan’s face covered in blood and tears, as pain and resentment momentarily took over his mind, leading him to betray his friend.

Yet Malin still smiled carelessly, and all Faye could do was smile and nod in response.

After pondering for a moment, Faye decided to be honest with a smile, "I know, and it was actually me who asked Clovis to warm Malin’s bed. After all, Clovis is so fluffy, it’s clear to see she’s the warmest among us. It’s definitely right to let her sleep with Malin when the weather is cold."

Logan fell silent, then, with great effort and trembling, he hung himself up.

Just then, the train entered a curve, and Mr. Logan’s seemingly strong body swayed in the air.

Faye saw Malin’s stunned face, then he got up in a flurry to rescue his old friend from the belt. Although there was a huge difference in their physique, Malin still managed to hold Logan in a princess carry, loudly questioning, "What’s the point of this, Logan! You have so much life ahead of you!"

"Shut up! Let me die! You happy scumbag!" Logan cried inconsolably.

Faye was curious about all this, but then again, boys’ friendships really are strange. However, Mr. Logan was becoming somewhat irritating, especially since Malin had never even held her like that.

But then she thought better of it and decided to let bygones be bygones.

Clearing her throat, she said, "Alright, dinner’s ready, you two. Whoever finishes last washes the dishes, we don’t have extra utensils for you to waste."

She stepped aside, watching her girls carrying out the plates.

Matilda, the smallest in stature, carried the largest wooden platter from the kitchen. The big-eared fox girl seemed very pleased with her cooking skills, having roasted quite a lot of meat today.

Faye looked at the big-eared fox and finally smiled and nodded, "Good job, Matilda."

"It’s nothing, Faye, look, today is another peaceful day," Matilda said as she hopped down the hallway, turning to smile at Faye, then twirling around, her long tail dancing in the air.

At the end of the line, she put the wooden platter on the table, naturally receiving Malin’s encouragement and praise, and then sat down happily next to Clovis.

"Faye, what are you still waiting for over there?" said Malin.

Faye nodded in response to Malin’s question, "I’m coming, aren’t I?" She walked toward Malin, ready to sit next to him.

Meanwhile, she mused.

This house is starting to feel more like a zoo.

Malin is the zookeeper, and Faye herself is the keeper... Well, that seems quite fitting.

With that thought, Faye had a question, sitting next to Malin she looked at him, "Dear, where’s our little Rewo?"

"She said she wanted to have dinner with her teammates," Malin replied.