Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 499 - Three Hundred and Thirty-Six: Imagined South with Beaches and Sunshine (Part Two)

Chapter 499: Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Six: Imagined South with Beaches and Sunshine (Part Two)

Hearing about the journey to the south, Rewo also joined in, saying that Carterburg was really a place suitable for growing mold. Every day was so cold that it was either freezing to death or wanting to freeze to death.

"Why don’t you use spell formations to fight off the cold?"

"To rely on spell formations for everything would be quite pathetic."

Rewo answered Malin’s question in this manner while wrapping herself up like a ball.

Honestly, domestic fairies are quite cute with their big black eyes and small stature. Malin found Rewo very pleasing to look at, which made him very puzzled—firstly, he wasn’t susceptible to illusions, and he never felt anything special when he saw Rewo before, let alone thought her cute.

In the end, Malin thought it was highly likely due to his bloodline. When his paternal bloodline was dominant, he instinctively felt fond of those shorter than himself—as long as they could also speak the human tongue, of course.

Speaking of which, Rewo’s true hair color was pure white. She said it was so strange that she usually used a wig to cover it up.

"Isn’t that troublesome for you?" Malin thought her doing so was looking for trouble.

"You are of Golden Blood, a presence more exalted even than the Silver Folk, while I am a progeny of the black iron people and spirits. I have been discriminated against since birth, and after my parents died, even my relatives tried to kill me several times," Rewo furrowed her brows and her round black eyes spun, "You don’t know, if it weren’t for the Lord of Justice, I wouldn’t be alive today."

"So, are you a Follower of the deity?" Malin asked curiously.

"... No, I’m not," Rewo shook her head.

Hearing her say this, Malin nodded—he also knew that the Nameless Lord of Justice probably never thought of any reward in this matter. To him, Rewo might just be a child he saved by chance.

He may have only glanced at her once, but her fate was completely changed because of it.

"Even so, Malin didn’t dwell on it. After all, the girls chose his luggage, and he decided to treat this trip as an opportunity to get some restful travel. Baron Anthony Gallo in the Farol Principality’s south must have a grand estate and his invitation should involve sunshine and beaches.

So all the girls brought their swimsuits.

In the girls’ words, delightful swimming is the best, unlike in Carterburg where one could only feel the endless cold every day.

Regarding how to get there, Baron Anthony Gallo invited Malin to travel to his domain in July and attend the wedding his family arranged for him.

So Malin had four months to travel there. Considering that the mountain roads are rather troublesome for carriages, and should anything happen, people might be alright, but if the carriage were to break down, it would be a disaster.

Thus, it was finally decided to take the train.

Every month from Carterburg, there is a train that goes through the East along the railway line toward Farole. Because of the long route, it takes about 45 days to reach the capital Penocha in Farole, and then another 45 days to reach Salerno at the southernmost tip of Farole.

Although the journey is long, one can basically experience exotic local charms in various cities of Farole along the way. Malin also thought this was a good idea—after all, if anything were to happen at Carterburg, he could just pull a door and come back, so there was no need to worry about that.

So Malin went to find the person in charge of the train station, gave some money, and asked him to attach an extra carriage the next time the train set out.

Just like the last time he went to The Capital.

Then Malin notified the families of the girls, saying that he intended to take them down south to join in the fun.

Lillim’s father expressed that he was at ease with his daughter in Malin’s care, which made Malin think that he was quite broad-minded.

However, Jessica’s father made Malin feel that the former was indeed easier to talk to—because the old wolf’s only question was when he could expect to hold his grandchild.

What else could Malin say? He couldn’t exactly tell the old wolf that his daughter wasn’t a hen that could lay an egg at least every day.

Clovis, the senior mage, didn’t have much to object to. He asked about the children as well, only he did so very subtly by pulling up a massive spell formation and calculating the probability of having offspring.

Malin said what’s the use of a good formula if it’s all beyond the decimal point, you can’t eat those eight digits, and when it comes to having offspring, there are only two answers, yes or no.

If you don’t even have "If pregnant=yes," then why think so much about it?

After a lengthy discussion with the old man, Malin received a reply from Lady Anna.

Have fun.

Lady Anna is indeed easy to talk to.

As for Matilda, Malin thought there was no need to look for anyone else; after greeting the local bishop, he collected the fox himself.

And as for Maya, what more is there to say about this girl? Her old man still hasn’t come home and doesn’t send any living expenses. Ha, his daughter has already run off with another man (Malin). Bet you didn’t expect that, you old homebody!

Once these issues were resolved, Malin mentioned the plan to his senior brother Colin, who was now a dean. Upon hearing that Malin was heading south for the beach and sunshine, Colin could only look on with envy and say his farewells.

By the way, I’ve heard that Margaret has had her second child.

These two are really racing against time.

Malin lamented while leading the girls onto the train—he did want to have a child, but the girls these days didn’t seem ready yet. As an existence of the Golden Blood, the probability of him and Jessica, of the Silver Folk, having offspring was pathetically low.

It wasn’t that Jessica wasn’t good enough, it’s that Malin’s bloodline was too powerful.

This made Malin curious. With such a powerful paternal bloodline, how was it possible for the Frost Giant to have a child?

That was a question without an answer.

If Jessica was like this, not to mention other girls.

Lillim was the weakest of all; before she became a part of the Silver Folk, it was impossible for Malin and her to have offspring.

Faye was in poor health, and Malin didn’t want to make her suffer.

Clovis had mutations and was unlikely to conceive.

Matilda... this big-eared fox seemed to know everything, yet she stubbornly believed that simply being together was enough to have children. Malin wanted to hammer the fools at the Church of Justice more than once.

As for Maya... before explaining to her father, Malin really didn’t want to step over the line—he had no relation with Maya, but he really couldn’t grasp what Gaiate was thinking.

What if the guy was overprotective of his daughter? Would Malin have to hammer him to death, or himself? That really was a question.

So, actually, Malin didn’t just not want to try, he really couldn’t.

Oh, how I envy other people’s kids.

With such sighs, Malin took the girls and left Carterburg by train.