Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 433 - 290: The Eve of the Storm (Part 2)

Chapter 433: Chapter 290: The Eve of the Storm (Part 2)

"Mr. Mischael, your package." The carriage from the Sydney National Postal Service stopped in front of Mr. Mischael’s mansion gates, and the seated postman hopped down. He took a box from the carriage compartment and had the young gentleman sign for it.

"Thank you." The gentleman signed for the box, then pulled out a five-dollar paper bill, smiling as he tucked it into the postman’s hand, "For your trouble, go have some tea."

"Thank you, Mr. Mischael." The postman was very pleased with such a generous tip. He doffed his cap, saluted, then hopped onto the carriage and departed.

Mischael glanced at the box in hand and turned to his sister, "For you."

His sister had just married three months ago. The other party was Jason, a lucky fellow she shared with Selena.

"Thank you, brother." She smiled, her slightly bulging belly signifying her attempt to become a mother.

Mr. Mischael handed the box to his sister, "Don’t wander about too much, you already have a child in your belly."

"I just wanted to give Jason a surprise, that’s why I had the postman deliver it here. Don’t tell anyone, it’s his birthday gift for this year."

"Rest assured, my dear, my affection for your husband is probably as good as that between Old Duke Rhod and His Majesty the King," Mr. Mischael said with a smile.

His remark made his sister laugh— the entire human world knew of the relationship between Old Duke Rhod and King Mowish; it had become a classic example of father-in-law and son-in-law.

The Mischael household had only him and his sister; as the elder brother, he naturally fit into this analogy.

"Alright, my dear, I’ll call the carriage for you. It’s getting late; you should be heading home. It’s not proper to always stay at your parental home." Glancing at the setting sun, Mischael helped his sister towards the gate.

"Brother, you are so good to me." His sister exclaimed joyfully.

"Nonsense, I’ve always been good to you, you silly girl." Mischael helped his sister onto the family carriage and directed the coachman to send his sister away.

As he watched the carriage leave, Mischael pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of his eye, then walked back into the Mischael mansion, looking back every three steps.

.........

"Such moving sibling affection, you know, my sisters, I had three younger sisters when I was little, one was a demon, another a devil, and the last more troublesome than my mother." Across the street, on a second-floor balcony, a gnome watched the master of the Mischael house return to his mansion while folding clothes and turned to a female colleague washing clothes and sighed.

"I am also a woman, my brother." The woman posing as a household laundry maid sighed.

"Your arm is thicker than my waist, my sister." As a gnome, the young man posing as the owner of this small building glanced at her—a standard Highlander woman with arms muscular from her Frost Giant heritage.

"Shut up, look, is there a problem over there?"

"Same as always, our Mr. Mischael is having tea in the hall. Must be nice, I wish I could have tea wherever I am, preferably black tea."

"With your salary, you could never afford it in your lifetime, my brother."

"Come on, you laundress, how can you say that!"

"It is you, the gentleman, who first acted petty."

.........

Mischael watched his spiritual energy substitute seated in the hall. Once he confirmed it could work for a long time, he turned and walked toward the bookshelf in the corner. He tugged at the book "The Records of the Seven Northern Kingdoms" on the top of the bookshelf, and the mechanism began to work, the bookshelf moved aside, revealing a small altar before him.

On the altar was an eye-shaped pattern, the Holy Emblem of the God of Wisdom, who had informed Mischael about the tragic fate of the Mischael family.

The Mischael family had been serving the Mowish family for a century, but... this household’s service was not for the current King, but the former His Grace the Duke—now the King’s elder brother.

Before his death, His Grace the Duke entrusted a child to the Mischael family. That child was a daughter, now known as Shela.

Then... the Mischael family kept suffering, one member after another met their end. Mischael didn’t know where to start seeking revenge, or even whose blood to claim for all this.

Until this deity helped him... Over half a year ago, Mischael had completed ninety-nine percent of his revenge.

He had one last target to kill.

A daughter of the Mowish family, of royal blood.

Since that day, Mischael had never feared this deity as he did now.

Shela was also a daughter of the royal family, this deity could not be unaware... What was it thinking, how could he possibly harm his own sister.

But... both Margaret and Faye were guarded by protectors he couldn’t beat, with Faye being untouchable even in his thoughts.

But he would never harm his own sister.

That was his vow, the children of the Mischael family would never harm the child they had protected with their blood and lives.

May the Lord be merciful... What am I supposed to do.

Kneeling before the small altar, Mischael pondered until a voice sounded in his mind.

"My follower, opportunity shall come soon, remember the mercy I have given you."

"Yes, thank you for your kindness..." Mr. Mischael’s eyes sparked with a dangerous light.

.........

Malin was awakened by a scream, recognizing the voice as that of the Bunny Girl, he immediately sat up, then saw the tips of Bunny Girl’s ears.

Wait a second, something’s not right with this perspective. Malin scratched his face, realizing his hand had become very large, "What... what happened to me?"

"You might have entered an active period of a different bloodline," Faye’s voice was filled with fatigue, "Ah, Clovis, you really scared me."

"But when I woke up and found Mr. Malin gone, and the man next to me so burly!" Clovis had also come to her senses by now: "I screamed before I even looked at his face..."

"Hmm, if it were me, I probably would have screamed too," Jessica said, yawning: "Mr. Malin is really handsome now, isn’t he?"

Really?

With that doubt in mind, Malin approached the mirror... only to find that the mirror, which originally could fit two of himself, now couldn’t fit even one.

Starting from his feet, Malin’s entire body underwent immense changes, with solid abs, stout limbs, and a highly impressive chest. The only problem was... I got stronger, and also bald.

Darn it! I’m not even of age yet! Don’t do this just because my bloodline’s active! Why do Frost Giants lose their hair?

Malin complained while looking at his smooth, waxed-looking head in the mirror.

"Mr. Malin’s hair has fallen out." Matilda’s voice of amazement came from behind.

"The bald look surprisingly suits Mr. Malin," Lillim commented: "And these muscles, really great!"

"Yeah, although it was quite shocking at first glance, when you touch it, these abs are just fantastic," Jessica seemed to be sharing her personal experience.

"Who was it last night that said the adorable Mr. Malin was her true love?" Malin turned to glance at the girls.

"Whether it’s Mr. Malin now or Mr. Malin last night, you are our true love!" the girls on the bed answered in unison.

Malin took a deep breath—forget it, don’t stoop to arguing with the ladies, better find a robe that fits to wear first.

.........

The fact was that nothing could fit Malin anymore; in the end, Malin could only wait for the mouse girls, who were seamstresses, to come to his rescue.

And then the mouse girls were also scared by Malin, which made him very sad—the adorable Malin was only 1.2 meters tall, while strong Malin was nearly two meters tall and definitely not a cutie.

Isn’t there a Malin who’s handsome and tall, with long hair reaching past his shoulders?

While the mouse girls were taking his measurements, Malin questioned himself.

Then, as he descended the stairs wearing his newly made pajamas, Malin felt the distinct stares that came with being different.

Faye’s pesky little brother sprayed soup all over the table when he saw Malin’s new look.

Lady Lena, who was admiring the scenery, distorted her entire face when she turned around.

Lady Manli opened her mouth wide when she saw Malin.

His Majesty Goethe pointed at Malin with some confusion: "Who is that."

"Malin," only Lady Anna recognized him at a glance: "It seems your Frost Giant bloodline has also entered its active phase."

"Yes, my lady." Malin nodded, then stood by the table—It wasn’t that he didn’t want to sit, but he simply couldn’t.

"Such a nuisance, thankfully my daughter wasn’t scared sick by you," Lady Anna said with a laugh, pulling out a scroll: "This is a spell formation for reshaping the body, take a look, and it’s best to settle on your standard form. Your current Frost Giant form can serve as your battle form, while the original smaller one is very friendly for spell formations and can be used as your spell casting form."

"Thank you, my lady," Malin took the scroll, and then, struck by inspiration, he let the World Tree saplings form a triangle chair.

Malin sat down.

The triangle chair began slowly sinking with its owner.

Blast it! I can’t sit down at all!

In the end, Malin had to stand through breakfast, and then His Majesty Goethe was eager to take Malin to the training ground, insisting on a bout with him.

After confirming his ally’s allegiance, Malin had the World Tree saplings form a large club-like blunt weapon.

Since they were World Tree saplings, neither Lady Anna nor Lady Manli saw any issue with it.

Goethe swung up an ironwood sword, even more eager: "Come on, Malin, show me your full power! I’ll block your attack!"

"Really? Are you sure?" Malin was a bit doubtful.

"Of course, come on, kid!" With that, the King burst open his shirt: "Come!"

Knowing that His Majesty had unleashed his potential, Malin nodded and then swung the club around.

.........

"Jiaxi,"

The young man engrossed in report writing hummed, "What is it?"

"I think I just saw our King flying by," his friend said and then fell silent for a moment, "I must be too tired, may I go take a nap?"

"Go ahead, I’ll wake you up in two hours," Jiaxi shook his head, thinking his partner really needed the rest, and nodded.

On reflection, working so hard to the point of hallucinations, this guy Zem... might work himself to death.

If he dies, I might as well quit.

With that thought, the young man’s pen began moving even faster.