Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 472 - Three Hundred and Nineteen: Savage Justice (Part Two)_2

Chapter 472: Chapter Three Hundred and Nineteen: Savage Justice (Part Two)_2

Then things spiraled out of control.

Fate had never intended such a development from the beginning, but that was indeed the course of events, which must have involved the so-called workers, who were actually Chaotic Believers.

"Mr. Donald, come in, it’s too chaotic outside." The young child stood at the open door, looking at Donald.

The latter nodded, "We... we have been deceived by the Chaos."

"That’s quite normal, isn’t it? Humans are such a species that enjoys hating each other." The elf with pointed ears smiled, "Mr. Malin has instructed that this is his property, and he does not wish for anyone to see an assassin living on it."

"I know, sorry, I just feel... like I’ve become a homeless good-for-nothing again." Donald sighed as he walked toward the boy, "Sorry, I’m rambling again."

"Yes, you’ve been working in the cake shop for a year now, Mr. Malin’s private shop wasn’t affected this time, we’re already very fortunate." The elven boy said.

Following him into the shop, Donald, out of curiosity, asked a somewhat foolish question, "What do you think of the workers outside?"

"Them? I believe Mr. Malin will handle everything," the elven boy seemed to have a blind faith in his opinion, Donald smiled—before he faced his former comrades who wanted to kill him in another safe house, he had felt the same way.

But facts speak louder than words.

Before closing the door, Donald took one last look at the square.

Mr. Malin would surely retaliate, for Donald knew that Mr. Malin was the kind of man who did not begrudge showing the brutality that is unique to justice to evil.

Everyone must pay a price for their choices.

......

"Mentor, something happened at the square this noon," Colin whispered to old Hoffman while cutting his hair, explaining everything that happened in the city.

Although his mentor was getting on in years, he wasn’t so old as to be senile: "Malin... what is this kid talking about?"

"Malin said the time hasn’t come yet, but today, blood was already shed, I’m afraid those damn Chaos... I’m scared they will sever the relationships in the entire city."

"Believe... believe in Malin, Colin, that kid, believe in him." As he said this, old Hoffman coughed twice, "By the way, how much longer... do we have?"

Colin straightened his mentor’s back, "...Mentor, next week."

"Next week, huh..."

Colin could feel the old man trembling before him, and finally, he heard a sigh of relief: "Finally... liberation is near."

Colin tried hard not to cry.

The old man’s withered hand patted his apprentice’s hand resting on his shoulder.

"Colin, be happy... I, last night I dreamed, dreamed of... your fellow apprentices." The old man continued saying, then coughed several times.

"I dreamed of them... when they were little... gathering at my knee listening to stories..."

The old man bowed his head, emitting faint snoring sounds.

Colin covered him with a blanket, and finally sat down on the floor next to his wheelchair, just as he used to.

......

"I never thought my daughter’s lover could endure this far," the patriarch of the Mowish family looked at the report in his hand, sighed, then tossed it onto the table: "People died yesterday, and today he still goes on an outing with my daughter, what is he thinking, can he really overlook the blood shed by the mortals trusting him just to watch another day go by?"

Saying this, the King looked toward his old friend: "What do you think he is thinking?"

"I don’t have much to think about." His old friend, Lady Marium, shook her head: "My mind doesn’t support thinking too much, and your son-in-law is a sly one."

"...Why do you praise him so?"

"Perhaps because he didn’t choose to kill my foolish son right away," Mrs. Marim smiled, "Goethe, why not choose to trust that child? Even the Church of Justice and the Church of the War God haven’t spoken up about this matter. Don’t you think that jumping out now is a bit too overreaching, especially since it is still within the Duke’s jurisdiction?"

His Majesty the King fell silent for a moment, then finally nodded, "I...I just don’t know what that child is really thinking. Sometimes I am afraid of his thoughts because I have never seen anyone like him, who is so unscrupulous about the means for the sake of the outcome."

"Do you feel that one day he will replace your own child," Mrs. Marim noticed the sadness on her old friend’s face.

"Manli has been saying that lately; she says she fears the day coming. She has never been as open with me as she is now. In the past, she wouldn’t share such things with me when she was scheming."

"...Poor Manli," Mrs. Marim began to pity her queen.

And her king sighed, "Actually, I don’t mind, after all, my crown also comes from inheritance, but I must be responsible for everyone in this kingdom. I cannot let such an unscrupulous child sit on that throne, so I am eager to find out what Malin is really thinking."

......

"Are you saying, you want to know what I am really wanting to do?" Malin looked at Clovis standing before him.

The Bunny Girl nodded, "The Tower Master of the Mage Tower is very worried because many members of the business guilds have dealings with the Mage Tower."

"...So, Tower Master wants to keep these businesses, right?" Malin waved at Bunny Girl.

Clovis didn’t agree with Malin’s speculation, as she approached, "No, Tower Master wants to know whether the Mage Tower needs to find a new partner for their business."

"Then I hope I might volunteer myself," Malin said with a smile, patting Clovis’s little hand, "Now, is there anything else?"

"No more, should I tell the Tower Master right now?" Clovis asked.

"You can, but I don’t think there’s a need," Malin shook his head, then he noticed a little Apprentice waving at him from a distance, "Darling, my little informant is looking for me."

"Then I’ll go and tell the Tower Master, at least then I won’t have to make a special trip tomorrow."

Clovis kissed Malin goodbye, then plunged into the teleportation portal.

Malin gestured for the little Apprentice to come over.

The half-human Apprentice came over, "Mr. Malin, the children at the manor said that the adults locked themselves in their rooms as soon as they got back today; it’s been half a day already, and there was also the man from the canned goods factory visiting."

"I understand, tell everyone to keep a good eye on things. Also, this month’s salaries are doubled, and those with more than two brothers or sisters get an extra three coins," Malin finished as he watched the child leave, then he stood up.

Standing outside the Church’s main gate, looking at the heavy snow falling from the sky and the street lamps beginning to work, the young Church mentor lit himself a cigarette.

"You’re smoking again." Faye stood beside Malin, remarkably without criticizing his action.

"I’m feeling a bit anxious," Malin admitted truthfully.

"Why, I thought you had everything under control," Faye said, a little surprised.

"No, I fear they’ve forgotten how to save themselves, I fear they’ve forgotten how to fight the enemy, I fear that they...will become someone I no longer recognize."

"Is that your anxiety?"

"Yes, my anxiety, because sometimes I can no longer see myself clearly in the mirror," Malin said with a long sigh.

And Faye reached out, hugging Malin’s arm.

"Nonsense, you will always be the same Malin from the summer days who was willing to carry potions for me, small in stature. You have not changed, nor will you change."

Listening to Faye’s resolute attitude, Malin smiled and nodded his head.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me, Malin, it is I who should thank you," Faye said, pulling Malin towards the Church hall.

Malin took one last look outside the door.

The snow seemed to be falling even heavier now.

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