Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 520 - 353: Confirmation (Part 1)

Chapter 520: Chapter 353: Confirmation (Part 1)

Malin was somewhat puzzled as to why he had fallen asleep so suddenly the day before—usually, such an unexpected nap indicated the beginning of a very surprising adventure.

It would be a wonderful yet sadly short voyage, but this time, there was nothing.

None of the elements from the previous epochs were present, only a sleep fragmented by a lack of dreams.

How strange it was; when Malin woke up once again from his bed, he had nothing else on his mind but a sign of exclamation.

Perhaps he was truly too tired. Better adjust a little or, in the off chance of dying from overwork in this godforsaken place, there would be no one to pay his ladies a pension.

Getting up, it seemed the girls had already risen early. Malin glanced at himself in the mirror—today, he had grown quite a bit taller.

After confirming, he stood at one hundred fifty-three centimeters tall today, it seemed his paternal lineage had once again entered a period of stability.

This was his true height, what a fine young man, keep up the good work.

Malin slapped his face and changed into a new outfit—having a backup always prevented woes, lucky for him that he had stored plenty of clothes, otherwise, he would have nothing to wear today.

But speaking of which, what’s with these trousers, why is the waist so low that my navel is exposed?

"Lillim." Malin called out.

Then, after a few seconds, Lillim popped into the room and upon seeing Malin, she happily clapped her hands, "Mr. Malin looks very handsome today."

Heh, yesterday you said I was cute.

"Why is the waistband of these pants so short?" Malin pointed at his new trousers.

"This is the newest trend in The Capital. I bought them, do they fit well?" Lillim said as she came up to Malin, and with a touch, she made sure the trousers fitted his legs, "Ah, I knew it, they suit you perfectly."

"But the waist is too short, my silly girl, my belly is exposed."

"It’s fine, a boy’s belly can receive some sunlight," Lillim retorted as she smugly raised her eyebrows.

Then she received a light flick on the forehead from Malin’s finger—definitely not hard.

The little lamb covered her forehead, looking somewhat displeased.

"Buy me some trousers with a higher waist next time," Malin stated, and then the self-confident lambkin took a shirt out from a box.

Seeing her expression that said ’Wear this one, Mr. Malin’, Malin took the shirt and put it on.

Well, indigo bell-bottoms with a yellow shirt featuring a black grid... Hmm, by the terminology of postmodernity, that shade of yellow should be #FFCC99.

Hmm, if I curl my hair and wear the black leather shoes I just slipped on... Hmm, if I also carried a large boombox, it would be like I had tapped into the retro vibe of a new era.

"Mr. Malin is the most handsome," Lillim switched to a different adjective, nearly starry-eyed as she gazed at him.

"What if I were still one meter twenty today?" Malin ruffled her hair.

"I’ve prepared for that too." While saying this, Lillim took out a pair of khaki dungarees, a white short-sleeved shirt from another box: "Sister Faye has left your entire wardrobe to me!"

Yeah, what’s up with these white socks and red leather shoes?

At that thought, Malin extended his hand and cast another snap of his fingers.

......

"Dear, you don’t look so well."

Looking at the puffed-cheek Lillim and Malin with a pale complexion, Faye smiled as she greeted them while putting down the morning snacks for the sisters.

"If you were butted by a pair of beautiful goat horns, you wouldn’t feel so great either," Malin rolled his eyes and then slid his hand around Lillim’s waist, tickling the ticklish lambkin into laughter before she turned to retaliate with a horn attack.

Malin, holding his chest, sat down at the table: "Do we have any plans for today?"

"Yes, Sir Moriti’s second son has invited us to a dinner party, shall we go?"

"Let’s go with the flow, anything else?" Taking the salad plate handed to him by Clovis, Malin asked.

"The assistant priests from various churches have a message for you; they will meet with you at the dinner party if you decide to attend," Faye said, holding an egg with spiritual energy and cooking with a flame spell.

"It might be good to meet them, by the way, where’s Matilda?" Taking the steak that Maya handed him, Malin noticed one of the girls was missing.

"The Church of Justice has a mission; she’s gone to help," Faye responded, placing the fried egg on the plate and passing it to Malin.

Taking the fried egg, Malin thought for a moment, stood up: "I’ll be right back."

After saying this, Malin smiled apologetically and then stepped through an opened portal.

......

Matilda’s semi-automatic firearm emptied a magazine, and the empty chamber immediate feedback informed the fox girl that her weapon was out of ammo. She pulled out a magazine from her waist, loaded it—using the magazine to push the bolt and quickly changed it, then squeezed the trigger at the charging zombies.

This morning, the local Church of Justice delivered news that they would be handling a zombie encampment outside the city.

This was a rather standard operation; the Farol Principality was vast and sparsely populated, and not every zombie that moved southward could die in a siege. Sometimes, a few stragglers would gather and establish camps in areas far from the populated cities.

Yes, camps, although they moved on all fours, by their appearance, they indeed looked human.

They even had the capacity to use the most basic tools. The Church of Justice speculated that these zombies were the humans from before the great cataclysm, sharing common ancestors with current humanity, but for unknown reasons had transformed into their present state.