Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 449: Section 304: LeParrain (4)_2

Chapter 449: Section 304: LeParrain (4)_2

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"So you’re saying, no matter where this faith comes from, and whether it’s a Rightful God or an Evil God, we can all give it a try, right?" Malin extended his left hand as the members of the Mage Tower formed up under Clovis’s command.

"Yes, you can try it, because whether being hung as a Chaotic Believer, an escaped serf, or for failing to pay enough rent... in terms of the way of death, it’s actually the same."The supervisor said this while stuffing buckshot into his double-barreled shotgun.

"Poor serfs, I think I understand now why those fugitives from your place are so wary when they see you." Malin said, then he reached out to greet a couple in a small roadside garden; the Eastern farmer, who originally looked at his fellow Arcane Fists with deep sorrow, quickly took off his hat, his wife smiled somewhat ingratiatingly, and in front of their three children, they made a rough but extremely devout gesture of chest-touching.

"Yes, I am certain that if I charged hard, maybe we could break through, but then we would cause hundreds of casualties, and our own losses would be substantial too... so we can only ask you to come once again."

"That’s a correct choice, if you’d harmed my serfs, I’m certain, you’d all have to die." Malin stopped walking because a child ran over to him; he recognized the child as one of the runabouts from the Church, who had been taken in because he was young, with only a mother at home and four younger siblings, earning only five pieces a month.

"Mr. Malin, those guys escaped into a big house!"

"As I said, Wizards never just yield to execution; they resist, they even kill for it." The supervisor shook his head.

Then he heard the second thing the child said: "They didn’t harm or kill anyone, they say they want to see Mr. Malin."

"See me?" Malin gave the little guy a fifty-cent piece: "Why, do you know?"

"They’ve been pretty nice since they came here, they’ve cured several people’s diseases, and they’ve given candy to some kids; both my brother and sister have had some, I’m the oldest child in the house." The little fellow said this with a proud tone as he explained himself fully.

A little grown-up, Malin smiled and patted his head: "Keep your distance, and, there’s a spring check-up tomorrow, bring your siblings to try your luck."

"Thank you, Mr. Malin!" The child ran off overjoyed.

"...Your kindness is more than I imagined." The supervisor sighed.

"I never deprive someone who wants to live of their life, unless that person doesn’t mind pushing others into hell while trying to live. My factories, my farms, everything alive that bears my name need not such madness, so, don’t make me out to be so kind, because you’ve never seen me wield the sword of justice, showcasing the brutal force in everyone’s eyes." Malin walked to the edge of the square as he spoke, and he saw that big house—the only little clinic on the farm. He’d talked with the Church of the Merciful God, and every week a team of Apprentices would come here to treat every farmer.

"Is it Mr. Malin?" A scrawny Gnome stepped out the door.

"Balyev! You damn mongrel!" Someone from Arcane Fist cursed like this.

"What right have you, the Fistfuls of Crap, to curse me!" The Gnome was also spewing fragrant words.

"I remember telling you not to be hasty in acting." Malin slapped down the young man from Arcane Fist who started cursing and reaching for his gun, then glanced at the Gnome when he laughed out loud.

The Gnome was promptly slapped into the wall.

"Call out your guy who can talk! And! If any of you have hurt those Apprentices, I swear! I’ll make him understand what pain is!" Malin took two steps forward.

After a while, someone came out, one stood in front of Malin, and another dug the Gnome out of the wall.

"Mikhailovich... hello, Mr. Malin." The middle-aged man had a big beard, and within the deep sockets of his eyes lay gems as blue as sapphires.

It was the mark of a Psychic.

"Malin Gaiate, I’m the owner here; I don’t know how long you’ve been around."

"A month, but as you see, some hounds followed us here, and since you’ve already found us, it means Lady Selina has already been harmed." He said the second part while looking at the hounds in his mouth.

"Why did you flee, ultimately causing the death of the lady who helped you? She was implicated by you." The supervisor had a different viewpoint to express.

"If we don’t flee, should we just be hanged on the gallows by you?" The middle-aged man smiled as he asked in return.

Malin turned: "Is there no other form of entertainment there besides the gallows?"

"Yes, Mr. Malin, there, it all depends on the gallows." This time, the supervisor and his opponent said in unison.

Shoot, you Easterners must be out of your minds; haven’t you ever thought of an entertaining Iron Maiden, a royal exclusive with the Guillotine...what, you think it’s too ancient? Then you could also try the thrilling Russian Roulette.

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