Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 350 - 238: Embrace (2)_2

Chapter 350: Chapter 238: Embrace (2)_2

"No, I won’t insult a great father like you, I’ve seen everything you’ve done for Cohen, thank you." Malin reached out his hand and gave the Earl a gentle shake, then watched as he snatched back the large bag: "You actually don’t believe in your own father! You bastard!" the old father yelled with all his might.

"Father, I am a special operative."

"To hell with that! I’ve never been as worried about my younger son as I have these past few days! I’m afraid you were dead! Dead and beyond my help, do you understand! The power of Mr. Malin... you have no idea the kind of terrifying opponent you’re facing!" The old father said frantically, "I thought you were a goner! Done for! About to be squashed by Mr. Malin’s hammer all over the hallway!"

"Really?" Cohen looked at his father.

"You’d better ask your new friend what he thinks," the father said, out of breath, pointing at Malin.

So Cohen turned to look at Malin.

Malin, smiling, took a solid gold clothes rack from the side, tied it into a knot, and then put it back in its original place.

Cohen looked at Malin: "30?"

"Without blessing, 32 and up." Malin nodded with a smile.

Cohen rolled his eyes: "If I’d known you were like this, Malin, I wouldn’t have taken this job, even if it meant getting my head chopped off by His Majesty."

"At least you’ve kept your head, and Logan doesn’t have to lose another cousin," Malin said with a smile.

As they were talking, the four who were quietly chatting upstairs heard a rush of footsteps. They looked toward the staircase and saw a middle-aged man running up, dressed like a noble, exuding an air of artistry. He glanced at the four standing there and without hesitation took a running leap, then skidded on one knee to Malin’s feet.

"Spare my child! Respected Mr. Malin! What do you need? Gold Coins!? Demon Crystals?! I can offer a better price than Earl Vanter!"

Malin looked somewhat amused at the middle-aged man clinging to his leg, then lifted his head to see Engma Roben standing on the stairs with an embarrassed face: "Your father."

"Yes, my father, he was a star when he was young with the Sydney Dance Troupe," Engma introduced softly.

"Shut up! You unfilial child! How could the Roben family produce such a foolish thing as you! And you! Cohen of House Vanter! Is stupidity contagious or what?!"

Malin noticed that a certain Earl had already started to enjoy the show... Your Noble circle is truly chaotic.

Thinking this, Malin reached out and helped the Earl up, read the anticipation in his face, felt the eager little gift being pushed into his hand, and finally tossed it to Engma: "Engma, have you not told your father?"

"He says I’m lying to him."

"Of course, you’re a little liar! Here’s Mr. Malin right before your eyes! I see you..." The Earl, frustrated and angry, got over his extreme withdrawal and looked as his son tossed a cigarette to Malin, then snapped his fingers to light it, and joined Cohen of the Vanter house, both with cigarettes in hand, coming closer.

The three young men lit their cigarettes, took a drag, and then stood shoulder to shoulder together.

"Indeed, Earl Roben, I need to formally reintroduce your son. Mr. Engma Roben is a member of the National Security Operations Department, ordered by his superiors to infiltrate Mr. Cohen Vanter’s trap as an undercover agent, and Mr. Cohen Vanter is a loyal agent of the Royal Intelligence Service."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Earl Vanter brushed off his earlier displeasure and stood proudly beside his son, patting his shoulder happily.

"You mean to say my son didn’t lie to me."

"That’s right."

Facing the Earl’s query, Malin nodded.

"Thank God, when I arrived, I heard you were the victim, and my only thought was that my son was surely dead, his body probably smeared across the corridors of some underground city. When I saw him, I was furious, but I had no choice but to plead with you for his life," said Earl Roben, spreading his hands, a seed sprouting in one of them: "Just now, for the sake of this unworthy child, I was even prepared to give up the wonders I had won on my adventures, just to spare his life."

Malin looked at the thorny vine that the little flower had turned into and couldn’t help but turn his head to Engma: "You didn’t tell your father before?"

"He’s always thought of me as a do-nothing troublemaker, so I’ve been wanting to do something big to surprise him..." As he spoke, the boy shrank back behind Malin.

"Mr. Malin, please step aside, I want to properly use the whip in my hands to teach my child a lesson, to make him understand that lying carries a price, and deception brings pain."

Watching this nearly-twisted old father, Malin found himself having to persuade him, while gesturing to the director to hurry up and borrow a bottle of life-saving liquor.

The director’s liquor had not arrived, but the footsteps on the stairs had resounded again. Everyone present watched as a muscular woman, her clothes stretched to the limit, carried Cassie Marem up the steps.

"Lady Marem," the two Earls said in unison.

And this lady, holding her blood-covered son, looked at Malin: "I’m sorry, my child’s mind doesn’t seem to work very well, he certainly hasn’t inherited his father’s bloodline, which I deeply regret. So, how much money do I need to pay for his life?"

Malin glanced at Cassie, the half-blood who was drooping his eyelids at him.

"Didn’t you explain to your mother?" Malin gave him a pat that treated moderate injuries.

The young man groaned twice, then finally managed to speak: "I didn’t have the chance before my mother punched me into the wall, and when she dragged me out, my face was so swollen I could barely open my eyes."

Though she seemed all muscle, Lady Marem was apparently not dumb; she sensed something was off from the interaction between Malin and her son: "Mr. Malin, you don’t seem to hate my son."

"Of course, madam, please forgive me for not being able to meet you outside earlier. Now let me reintroduce your son to both of the Earls and you, formally. This is Cassie Marem, a member of the Long Ears Information Sharing Office. When Cohen was gathering people, their office had already detected his movements. With my safety in mind, Lady Anna had your son come in to take a look, just like Engma Roben."

Then he noticed that the Earl who had been ready to use the whip now stood behind his son, satisfactorily placing his hands on his shoulders.

Indeed, the vine whip had vanished completely.

This made Malin deeply saddened. You nobles...

"So, my son is not a villain, but serving Lady Anna."

"Yes, madam, you should give him a chance to explain."

Malin spoke to the lady with a hint of melancholy: "I didn’t smear your son across the corridors of the Underground City, yet you nearly beat him to death."

The lady laughed awkwardly and then put her son down, with Malin having to reach out to steady Cassie.

"We’re both half-bloods, why are you so strong?" Cassie complained while covering his face.

As they were talking, the crowd heard the sound of whooshing air, and Malin looked up just in time to see Logan Minron face-planting and sliding toward him.

Can’t you parents just ask beforehand?!