Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 326: Two Hundred and Twenty-Fourth Section: The Battle of the Vegetable Garden (Part One)

Chapter 326: Two Hundred and Twenty-Fourth Section: The Battle of the Vegetable Garden (Part One)

"This is a gun?" In the Church of Justice’s underground shooting range, the head of the police who had come in response to the news glanced at the evidence on the table and felt his intelligence deeply insulted—who lets their child use a .50 revolver like this.

What kind of joke was this? Without the strength enhancement of a Transcendent Sequence, even an adult couldn’t handle this monstrosity. Maybe one in a hundred mortals might manage it, but definitely not this adolescent who didn’t seem fully grown. A .38 snub-nose, he could believe, but this .50 snub-nose... The officer tried to pick it up and found that it was essentially a lump of iron.

The solid kind.

"You’re not trying to trick me, are you?" Although he said this, the officer understood that in this world everyone could deceive him, but not these fellows from the Church of Justice. With the True God on their side, lying—as the Thanan people say—was like a centenarian hanging himself because life was too long.

"Master Malin, could you demonstrate for this gentleman?" The young paladin from the Church of Justice in charge of reception called out to the half-grown boy jotting down notes.

Um, he’s also called Malin... Wait a second?! His name is Malin?

As a member of the Eurolod family, he had frequent contact lately with Lady Manli from his family and had naturally heard about the name Malin and the strength and trump cards its owner had demonstrated.

A young man simultaneously watched by the God of Justice and the Evil God, an Apprentice of the Goddess of Harvest, a half-blood of extraordinary strength... "Mr. Malin Gaiate, right?" the officer thought, extending his hand to him.

It was the polite thing to do, and if he was wrong... he could always withdraw his hand in time.

"Yes, we’ve not met before, have we?" the half-grown boy asked, somewhat perplexed.

"I am a member of the Eurolod family, sir, and Lady Manli is my aunt," the young officer said with a smile, shaking hands with the Malin in front of him: "It’s a pleasure to meet you. My two cousins have mentioned you to me."

"You mean Faye’s two brothers? The two princes are indeed very interesting fellows and will probably make the best Kings in the future."

Although the first part of his statement was a bit impolite, the latter half pleased Mr. Officer—understanding that as mortals, Transcendents seldom mentioned their mundane identities to each other, he was quite satisfied with this identification: "Sir, since it’s you, then I’m not surprised. Speaking of which, the conflict you had today is a bit troublesome. The management of the Underground City is under the Noble Council, and those guards are appointed by them. The captain you killed today..." "His identity is a bit troublesome, right? I see, not everyone can toss the badge given to me by Faye on the ground." the young man finished saying, attempting to holster the big revolver at his waist, his expression darkening: "Your Grace..."

"Just call me Jack, Jack Dodd Eurolod."

"Mr. Jack, I want to know, who’s behind this captain, who gave him the audacity to defy the royal authority, to ignore everything when Faye is still a princess. I can’t imagine when she marries and loses her royal status, whether anyone might tread over her and her husband." As he spoke, the half-grown boy shook his head with a smile: "I think that should not happen, at least, people should fear the blade of revenge that comes their way, remembering that everyone must pay the price for their choices."

"He belongs to His Grace Duke Brice." The young officer was somewhat embarrassed, but his response was indeed the answer.

’That big oaf’s father’s man?’ Malin turned his head to glance at the paladin beside him, and after getting confirmation, he rolled his eyes and huffed childishly.

Ha, what am I thinking, he’s really just a kid.

The young officer laughed and patted his shoulder: "Since you’re acquainted, then it should be easier to talk, shouldn’t it? His Grace the Duke will be arriving in the next couple of days, and his child will also participate in the quinquennial competition."

"I’ll have a talk with them then. Is there anything else?" The young master asked calmly after a moment.

Jack nodded: "Yes, about the adventurers you killed at the start..." "Don’t tell me, they..."

Seeing the young man jump to conclusions, Jack quickly waved his hand: "Not what you’re thinking. After confirming their records, we found they had a rap sheet this thick in the police archives." Jack indicated with his fingers about seven inches: "And there are at least three bounties related to them, so this is what you deserve."

The half-grown boy was stunned for a bit but then accepted the money: "I never knew you could earn a bounty for killing someone on the street."

His comment made both the young paladin and Jack laugh.

"Confirmed bounty targets can be taken down in public, as long as you didn’t kill the wrong person, everything is negotiable," Jack said.

At this moment, the officer taking the statements came over and handed his report to Jack, who took it, flipped through a few pages, found no spelling errors, and put it away: "Alright, if there’s nothing else, I think we can wrap things up here."

"That would be great, maybe I can accompany Cohen on his mission to the Underground City this afternoon," the half-grown boy replied as he took the lead up the stairs.

As Jack followed him out of the underground shooting range, he pondered and realized that the Cohen mentioned was likely the Cohen from the Vanter family, since, as far as he knew, only this Cohen had been seeking a promotion in Sequence lately.

"It’s Cohen from the Vanter family," he lifted his head and saw Malin stuffing the envelope filled with money into the donation box.

This substantially improved Jack’s perception of the lad—he had heard that the boy was an heir of potent blood, blessed with a lineage others could only dream of, had made a fortune, and enjoyed the favor of Princess Faye. Jack initially thought this half-grown youth would lose himself, but now it seemed clear that, no matter what, this kid would definitely be a tough nut to crack.

Why say so?

Because a true saint would not openly conflict with a few adventurers who indeed deserved to die.

As he was thinking this, Jack saw the youngster take out something special and hand it to the young Paladin, "I seem to sense it calling to me, and I want to buy it, but that guy clearly is no good, and I don’t want any conflict with him, nor do I wish to waste my money. However, I underestimated his courage and his confidence in his own and his companions’ strength."

Is that so? Upon thinking this over, Jack realized...Well, considering those guys’ rap sheets at the police station, it indeed appeared as Malin had described. He was looking for a compromise, but clearly, those bastards didn’t think the same. They intended to snatch it back from the kid, but they hadn’t considered the danger of what they were provoking.

Thinking this way, as Mr. Malin had said, everyone would pay the price for their choices.

"I don’t feel any malice from it, but I will hand it over to His Grace the Archbishop to help solve your dilemma," said the young Paladin.

"There’s no need to solve it right away. I find it strange because I can’t sense why it gives me this feeling. Once Bishop has confirmed it, then I will also ask him to return it," replied Malin.

Since Mr. Malin had said so, the young Paladin nodded, carefully stored the item in a special oddity box, and took it into the inner chamber.

"So, Mr. Jack, let us part ways here."

"Yes, good afternoon, Mr. Malin."

"And to you as well, may the Goddess of Happiness bless you."

After speaking, the half-grown lad hopped onto the carriage parked beside him, and as he opened the door, Jack instinctively lowered his head.

Inside the carriage sat Princess Faye.

Once the carriage left, Jack lifted his head, his expression complicated. After all, the last time he saw the princess was when she was very young. At that time, driven by a childish king’s mindset, he had always played with her, but not long after, she had left the Capital...Ah, how swiftly time flies. The young girl of the past was now grown up. He wondered if she still remembered him.

With this thought, Jack couldn’t help but chuckle—what was he thinking? Whether the princess would even remember him, her foolish cousin, was itself uncertain.

And his assistant approached on the motorcycle, "Chief Jack, did you see your little cousin?"

"Yeah, she’s about to become someone else’s bride." Jack opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and then turned to look at his assistant, "It’s Deputy Chief."

"Alright, Chief Jack," replied the middle-aged man with a laugh.

Jack rolled his eyes—you’re really either flattering me or mocking me.

..........

"One of my cousins is a very interesting person. When I was very young, he was one of the few men who left me with a positive impression," Faye mentioned Jack in the carriage, and Malin listened to her childhood stories. After she finished, Malin suddenly thought of something, "You seem to have a good impression of him. If you hadn’t met me, would you have married him?"

Faye denied the possibility subconsciously, "Impossible. He is of the Orod family, but in terms of status, he does not qualify." Realizing what she was saying, the girl asked, "Are you upset?"

"No, not at all, I just noticed that you rarely praise other men. I remember you said that this city left you with very unpleasant memories," Malin said, while noting that the carriage was not heading south, "Where are we going?"

"My home. My father wanted to call you over yesterday, but he needed to prepare, so you won’t be able to escape it today," replied Faye.

Malin felt a tinge of nervousness at her response.

Was this an official meeting with her father? What to do if he fought like a wild boar invading a vegetable garden to protect his cabbage, that is, his daughter? How should I handle it?

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