Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 632: Section 445: Blood of Kang Cai’en (Part 2)

Chapter 632: Section 445: Blood of Kang Cai’en (Part 2)

Their existence was destined to be erased.

Since those hairy ones to the east were still considering—Shelton over here said he had passed the word, and the other side was discussing it.

With that said, Malin naturally wasn’t in a hurry to go to Rongma either. At House of Brice, there was a Thainan cook, so Malin simply discussed with her how to make delicious noodles. They quickly became private friends, and the Thainan cook expressed that she had lived for over thirty years, but this was the first time she had seen a Noble from the Western Human World with a taste for Northern flavors.

Malin laughed, thinking to himself that she probably didn’t know she was actually facing a Southerner with a taste for the North.

Besides, although Duke Brice couldn’t get the gear from the order for a while, Malin, out of personal friendship, still gave him the equipment for a company—his factory’s guard squad’s retired rapid-fire rifles—after all, secondhand goods couldn’t fetch the price of new ones. It was better to do a favor and give them to a friend to play with, thus attracting new customers.

Duke Brice pulled out over a hundred young men from his family and retainers and trained them for a week, mainly practicing marching in step and rifle drilling.

At the beginning, these young masters dared to mock, saying they knew these things but soon, Malin used his fists to subdue these little bastards. Considering that using twigs could actually kill someone, Malin simply used his fists, only punching the abdomen—so that if something went wrong, there was still time to rescue, and there was no one his fists couldn’t subdue.

Then it was standard devil training. Malin would use insult-driven language imaginable to berate these masters who couldn’t even march in formation, forming a musical staff. Can’t stand the insult? Fine, Malin would use his fists to teach them a lesson and then curse them with even more dreadful words.

When Clovis visited the training, she expressed her doubt about Malin’s methods, "Is this really okay?"

"Absolutely, no problem," Matilda said with a serious expression.

.........

A week later, Malin demonstrated the young masters’ lobster-like spirit to Duke Brice—why lobster? Because that’s how spirited the young masters were. Despite facing various Spell Formations, they kept advancing in formation, such as against Malin’s continuous Flame Burst sweeping. Even if they were blasted away, their comrades still kept advancing in formation.

Duke Brice was shocked and then said that such training was too inhumane.

Malin cocked his head, almost getting mad—wasn’t this your specialty?

But he still explained—the purpose of such early training was to give these young men enough courage. If it weren’t for the lack of machine guns, Malin really fancied shooting them flat overhead so that these dim-witted masters could crawl underneath, and to prevent them from being overwhelmed by fear, he would specially install a layer of barbed wire.

It was just a pity that there weren’t any, so Malin felt somewhat regretful.

However, the ensuing marksmanship performance reassured Malin somewhat—all of them achieved full hits at a hundred meters, and half of them averaged a score of 8 rings per ten shots.

For these youngsters who had known nothing a week before, they had done very well.

After the performance, Duke Brice specifically provided comfort and rewards for these young men.

While distributing the reward money, Duke Brice casually asked, "Your performance was very impressive. Tell me, what reward do you want? I could even have you appear as new coaches wherever you’re needed."

"Thank you, Your Grace. Please deploy us to the North. We are here to liberate the world!" said the remote nephew from the House of Brice in an exceptionally serious tone.

Duke Brice fell silent for a while and then turned to look at Malin.

Malin rolled his eyes, "I told them some stories to boost their morale."

Duke Brice had a face that said he totally didn’t believe it.

.........

No matter what, Malin believed he had done a decent job remodeling these guys; at least they were real soldiers now.

Clovis still had some doubts, "Malin, are you sure they’re ok like this?"

"Yeah, they’ve become qualified soldiers," Malin replied—of course, they were the product of the U.S. military training program, churned out on an assembly line.

Then, before Duke Brice had anything to say, he dragged Clovis back to the camp.

"We’re going hunting at noon today; are you coming?" Faye, already dressed in hunting gear, asked as she saw Malin return with Clovis.

Malin shook his head, "I plan to take a nap, training those little bastards recently has worn me out."

So the girls geared up and followed Shelton’s fiancée and the young ladies into the hunting ground—now was the safest time of the year to hunt, especially since the entire forest had been swept by the Demon Hunters and Punishers just two days prior.

Malin changed into pajamas and collapsed onto the bed.

Perhaps it was time to dive deep?

Before sleeping, Malin thought to himself—it had been a long time since his last deep dive.

Upon opening his eyes, Malin realized he hadn’t dived deep. The voices of the girls were clearly audible outside the tent. Glancing at himself, Malin silently changed into another pair of pajamas—he had shrunk again.

Carrying such regret, Malin exited the tent and saw his girls grilling meat, and it was already getting dark.

"Malin’s gotten smaller again!" The girls, seeing Malin emerge, all ran over. Jessica was the first to claim ownership of Malin, laughing like a wily aunt before planting a kiss on him, then grabbed a piece of grilled meat Maya had prepared and started feeding him.

Malin, resigned, eventually began to eat the meat—he was truly hungry, after all.

"Let’s give those dummies in the Eastern Kingdom two more days to respond; if we hear nothing, we’ll head out," Faye said as she grilled meat alongside Maya, looking at Malin.

Malin, who was eating, nodded his head.

"Oh, Malin, when we go to Rongma this time, I’ll take everyone to the hot springs in the North; it’s really nice there," said Nova, a local host, handing Malin a skewer of grilled meat she made, "Try this, ok?"

"Sure," Malin said, eating the skewer in one bite. Hmm, it was nothing special except for being well-done, "Did you not use any spices?"

"No," Nova replied, "Is it not good?"

"No, it’s just too bland," Malin frankly said, then gestured for Nova to watch Maya and learn how it’s done.

Nova grabbed a skewer of Maya’s grilled meat, took a bite, and her face lit up with joy.

Then she ate her own cooking, and her expression turned painfully sad.

However, Malin felt the girl was improving; before, she didn’t even know how to grill meat, much less cook it properly.

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