Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 381 - 255: Active Period (Part 2)_3

Chapter 381: Chapter 255: Active Period (Part 2)_3

"Right, how should I introduce this one?"

"Malin Gaiate, from Carterburg." With his arms crossed and supporting his gun, Malin answered with a smile.

"Gaiate, from Carterburg, what’s your relationship with that damn Demon Hunter?" A middle-aged man seemed to realize that the atmosphere was somewhat amiss as he said this and pointed to his left ribs with a wry smile: "A few years ago, we bumped into each other in a bar in Pitzport, fought without knowing each other’s identities, and he broke seven of my ribs. If I hadn’t spoken a word of Faroese Northern dialect, I would have nearly died."

"You’re the lowlander that dad talked about." Malin indeed had heard this story when his father and Maya were boasting, but considering the added fluff in his father’s tales and taking into account the middle-aged man’s feelings, Malin added with a laugh: "He said you’re a reliable guy, and after you were healed, you fought your way with him to the Central District and lit the signal fire."

The middle-aged man laughed proudly: "That’s right, kid, your father can really fight, but then again, how come you’re so short, and I really can’t believe that rough and burly guy could have produced someone as cute as you."

"Bloodline activation period, I’m adopted." Malin really hated the term ’cute’, but there was nothing he could do about it given his lack of height.

"Oh, I see, well then, welcome to Farole. I’m Richie of the Moriti family. Just call me Uncle Richie."

"Uncle Richie, thank you." Malin said with a smile as they shook hands.

The sound of bones cracking could be heard throughout the camp, and Uncle Richie rolled his eyes: "Damn it, does your Gaiate family have a grudge against me?"

"I thought you would test my strength, like Viscount Bianchi did." Malin said, turning his head to glance at the Viscount, who awkwardly coughed into his fist with a clenched hand.

The tent was filled with laughter, and after Malin healed Richie’s hand, the man was full of praise for Malin’s ability: "Well done, my goodness, I can feel my hand is as good as new."

"Yes, this kid has very advantageous holy spell formation abilities. Since he’s picked up a gun, I suggest he join the combat priest squad." Alessandro assigned Malin to the team of combat priests. Malin wanted to refuse at first, thinking what use would he be, a fighter, following behind a healing profession.

Then he saw a squad of women? in the Church of Justice’s standard chainmail.

Looking at their powerful and sturdy bodies, their strong muscles, their resolute and unyielding faces.

"Welcome to the combat priest squad. We are front-line combat personnel. Do you have any problem with that?" One of the women extended her hand towards Malin.

Malin’s hand trembled as he reached out to shake the hand that was at least a size forty-two.

Seven seconds later, the woman nodded with satisfaction: "Good, kid, I acknowledge you as reliable combat strength."

So they let go of each other’s hands, and Malin nodded—she was the first person he encountered today whose strength matched his own: "Are you a giantess?"

"Yes, a Hill Giant. I can smell the scent of a giant on you too, but there is also a more pleasant and more intense aroma. You’re an interesting kid. Remember to cover our backs if we go into battle later," said the lady, picking up her... that hollow tube that was at least 30 millimeters thick... is that a cannon?

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