Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 355 - 240: Past Events of the Royal City (Part 1)_3

Chapter 355: Chapter 240: Past Events of the Royal City (Part 1)_3

"For the sake of any deity of the Half-humans, take it; I definitely won’t follow you today," she declared.

"That’s right, I won’t stop you from seeking your own doom, but if you force me to make a choice today, I won’t treat you any differently because of our gender difference. Remember, in a Transcendent world, everyone is both hunter and prey," he retracted the iron wire rope he controlled and turned to Mrs. Malin: "Mrs. Malin, please excuse me."

"Your cousin is quite strict," Mrs. Malin commented as she watched the Gnome scurry off towards his target. Leaning forward, she supported her chin with her left hand as a prop.

"I never thought he behaved like a Gnome; he’s more annoying than my brother. Doesn’t this world allow free love? Look at Mr. Malin, how adorable he is." The Half-human female said, pulling a long face: "Cousin Fadell, you’re too old, that damned guy, doesn’t he know that’s the greatest disrespect to a lady?"

"I think your cousin has your best interests at heart. After all, think about the Lord of Justice—if they really wanted to get rid of you, given your usual actions, I think it would be difficult to avoid death," Mrs. Malin mentioned, and gently rubbed the head of her Half-human peer: "Trust me, Fadell, neither your cousin nor I wish to see your life end at the stake."

"Of course, I know you all mean well, and I also feel that if that day comes, I should at least die on a man’s belly, right?" Mrs. Fadell gazed into the distance: "Ah, especially if it’s a man as adorable as that one."

"You’ve sworn an oath, Fadell."

"Of course, Malin, but I never agreed I wouldn’t lay eyes on him today, such a cute man, just looking at him fills me up," she said.

As the conversation between the women concluded, Malin flicked his ears and turned his head to the Gnome approaching: "Good afternoon, sir, is there something I can do for you?"

"Indeed there is, Mr. Malin, hello, I’m from the Half-human Engineering Society." The Gnome said, producing a business card and with a smile, pointed to himself: "I must admit my appearance is somewhat deceptive, but you can’t expect a Gnome who was picked up and raised by Half-humans from a young age to betray his family, right?"

"I see, hello, as for the Half-human Engineering Society..." "Our president will arrive in the next two days; please grant us an opportunity to capture that armor at all costs," he requested.

Seeing the urgency on the Gnome gentleman’s face, Malin repeated his earlier words and, noting his skeptical look, nodded: "I will invite His Excellency the Archbishop from the Church of Justice to preside over the meeting; trust me, it’s in everyone’s best interest."

"Ah, if you say so, I certainly trust you," the Gnome responded with a nod—a nod different from that of humans. Gnomes and Half-humans, these sub-human races, favored the Lord of Justice more because he treated all sub-humans equally. Gnomes and Half-human Paladins made up a significant proportion within the Church of Justice.

"By the way, my name is Banai, Jack Banai Hask. Jack is the name I use among humans, and Banai is my Gnome name. Call me Banai, that’s what my friends call me."

"Alright, Mr. Banai, by then you’ll see my sincerity towards everyone," Mason extended his hand, to which the Gnome also reached out, though Malin had to bend down due to the height difference.

"Oh my, even though you’re half-blood and don’t look like a giant, you’re still too tall for me. I’m sure if I keep dealing with you tall folks, I’m going to end up with a neck problem one day, God forbid." Mr. Banai grumbled in a volume loud enough for Malin to hear, providing Malin with great satisfaction.

At that moment, intense exchanges between two old figures came from below.

Malin turned and saw Instructor Amette Sayer and his brother stripping off their coats.

Ah, you two, finally moving beyond verbal sparring to actual brawling, huh?

Gladly, Malin sat on the rail, watching Amette Sayer in a tank top, wielding a large sword as he stepped onto the platform: "Come at me, Lahabrea! Let’s settle everything today!"

"Amette Sayer, you foolish brother, it seems you haven’t been taught a lesson in so long, you’ve forgotten who’s the head of the Kwasir family." The instructor’s brother also shed his coat, revealing a robust build an old man his age shouldn’t possess.

Ah, are they really one-day-apart brothers? How come the instructor looks so much younger?

With such doubts, Malin continued to observe their exchange.

"It’s because I have elf blood! That damned house chose you as the master! Today, I will end it with you!"

"Foolish! The reason it chose me is not what you think!"

As the brothers took their position on the platform, Malin’s eyes widened—this was the first time he witnessed a battle above step six in power; the previous confrontation between the Ashbringer and the Werewolf seemed trivial now in his eyes. If that Werewolf stood before him now, a well-blessed Malin could knock him from the north end of Carterburg all the way to the southern sea with a single Hammer strike.

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