Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 260: One Hundred and Ninety-One: The Name of the Person (Part One)_3

Chapter 260: One Hundred and Ninety-One: The Name of the Person (Part One)_3

I heard it was the idea of the Noble Council in the Central Administrative Province to refuse refugees, which is really annoying. Although this thing is now just a doormat for the Mowish royal family, a doormat cannot defy its master, but can still cause trouble for the master and others, which isn’t too pleasant. My attention turned to page five and I was a little surprised—Princess Margaret is closely associated with a mysterious person, and there’s a photo to prove it.

I immediately focused on the photo and then realized that this mysterious person... if not Colin, then who else could it be?

Wait, is Colin still a mystery to the folks in the Central Administrative Province?

But in the Carterburg region, this is not a secret at all.

Thinking of this, I figured it must be just an issue of being out of the loop—it’s like how I was in Carterburg, unaware of what was happening in the Central Administrative Province, so why would the old men there know the stories happening in the Carterburg region?

Speaking of which, could Faye be in the same situation? Maybe it’s possible that on my way there, I’ll need to blow up some people’s heads.

Man, just the thought excites me. I can’t wait to join the team to dress up and mess things up, going incognito is like walking in the night in soft clothes.

While I’m daydreaming, Wolf Girl steps out, wearing a cool and reliable combo of short-sleeved shirt and trousers. Jessica stands in front of me, "Is it too revealing?"

I’m full of question marks—aside from your forearms and neck, you’re only showing your face. If this is revealing... could you please not profane the word: "Not revealing at all, Jessica, look, I’m even showing a bit more than you." Then I rolled up my capri pants, revealing my entire calf.

The store manager, a woman past fifty, laughed till she was about to crack up.

After paying for that girl, I pushed her back into the changing room, at least buy two more sets.

Then I sat down again, and before I could open the newspaper and reunite with page six, the shop door’s bell rang. I turned my head and saw a lovely girl, with a group of girls about her age following behind. They came in laughing and talking, glanced over at me, confirmed something, then picked up clothes and headed to the changing room still chatting and laughing.

Their victim—a young man loaded with packages—walked in.

Seeing him like that, I couldn’t help feeling a bit of warmth—misery loves company, how pleasant to meet without acquaintance.

And the young man, carrying the packages, came to the lounge area, saw me, and hesitated: "Sir... you look like someone I know."

I was startled, "You know me?"

"No, I don’t know you, and you shouldn’t know me, but I’ve seen your picture." The young man put down his packages and took out the badge of the Goddess of Harvest Church: "Kahn· Doppler, you should be Malin·Gaiate, right?"

"Since when have I become so famous?" I could only show my own badge as well.

"Because you’re too good at fighting." Kahn smiled awkwardly, "Didn’t you say you weren’t participating?"

"I am indeed not participating." I said while motioning for him to take a seat, "I’m mainly here to accompany my sister, she’s a member of the competition team." As for discussing business, taking Faye out, pledging sovereignty to each other, or casually blowing up the heads of the young Nobles from the Central Administrative Province, those are all trivial matters.

"Your sister, is she Miss Maya?" the man asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Yes, that’s her. Why, is my sister also very famous?" Malin asked, a bit puzzled.

"Indeed, because Miss Maya is very lovely, a dream girl for everyone," the young man said with a smile.

"So, who is that girl to you then?" Malin thought this lad might have a death wish.

"She’s my younger half-sister. My father has quite a few wives," the young man explained.

Malin frowned because he realized he couldn’t manipulate the situation to his advantage.

"However, I don’t fancy Miss Maya. Although she is indeed cute, my family is a big supporter of humanism," the young man said, suddenly realizing Malin wasn’t purely human himself. He could only offer an awkward smile and added, "Of course, my family would simply not allow me to marry a non-human girl, but being friends is perfectly fine."

"I understand." Once he heard that this man had nothing to do with his sister, Malin immediately lost any ill intent. As for his strong humanism, it had nothing to do with Malin. After all, who was he to comment on someone else’s family preference for a tailless daughter-in-law?

But on another note, this Mr. Karn was quite talkative. He seemed to know much more about the Central Administrative Province than Malin did. Apparently, their family was a noble family from there. Because they preferred to keep a low profile, they purposely sent Karn to train in the Northern area of the Western Administrative Province.

The Northern area is close to the Chaos War Zone. Malin had seen calluses on his hands from handling guns. Even though he looked harmless, Malin could still sense the sharpness in his eyes.

At this moment, one of his sisters walked out, she wore an adorable pink dress and came over to her brother to show off her purse. Then she noticed Malin, "Brother, who is this?"

"Malin Gaiate, pleased to meet you," Malin said, extending his hand unconsciously.

The girl quickly retreated into the changing room, and then heads popped out from there, whispering and pointing.

Malin’s smile froze on his face. He turned his head towards Mr. Karn, "I think I might need an explanation."

"Well... I don’t know exactly when it started, but there has been a rumor among the young ladies of the Central Administrative Province. They say any physical contact with you will capture them with your charm spell, adding them as the newest victims to your terrifying harem," Karn said while pulling out a handkerchief, but he noticed Malin wasn’t angry, "You seem to not be angry?"

"Right, I’m not angry." Malin truly wasn’t angry. In fact, he was somewhat pleased because those spiteful scamps hadn’t come up with the real slander—that any contact with Malin would result in pregnancy.

Wait a second... Malin suddenly remembered something.

The Church in this world did teach physiological knowledge.

In other words—this was already the worst rumor they could come up with.

Damn, don’t let me find out who thought of it.

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