Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 747 - 510: Crime and Punishment (Part Two)_2

Chapter 747: Chapter 510: Crime and Punishment (Part Two)_2

Then he turned his head to look at another: "Who is he?"

"He’s my third brother’s eldest son. Last year, he lost half an arm on the battlefield against Chaos. Can you regenerate it?" Victor asked with some astonishment, as in his eyes, this was something not even a legendary clergyman could necessarily accomplish.

"I can try," Malin said, then gestured for the young man to come over. With the encouragement of his father, the young man finally approached Malin: "Your Grace, I’m deeply moved by your kindness, but I know all this is too difficult. I have never seen anyone who can purify and regenerate a wound caused by Chaos."

"No problem, show me your wound."

Encouraged by Malin, the young man rolled up his sleeve with the help of his peers. Malin examined the wound—an arm missing two-thirds, the external treatment was very professional, but there was still unpurified chaotic energy on it, which would cause the young man constant pain, a pain that might take decades to heal.

Now, the World Tree Saplings pierced into the stump of his limb, drawing out the chaotic force and infusing it with sacred might,

Then, to the young man’s amazement and even a bit of panic, flesh began to grow from the wound, then the twisted lump of flesh quickly took the shape of a hand, and gradually grew larger, a normal palm appeared, followed by the fingers.

Finally, the young man, clutching his fully regenerated hand and watching it obey his every command, wept with joy. He kept thanking Malin until Malin patted his new hand: "This healing will put you in a threadbare state for two years, no healing spells will work on you. You need to rest well for these two years, nurse your body, and train your new hand, do you remember?"

"Yes, Your Grace, I will remember your words, I will never forget your kindness to me until I die!" With that, the man lifted Malin’s hand, allowing Malin’s hand to touch his forehead: "Your Grace, if there is ever a need for me, Viggo Hagelberry, I will surely come to fight under your banner."

"I will remember your oath," Malin said, looking around and finding no other patients, followed old Hagelberry into the Hagelberry mansion with this large family.

Perhaps the Hagelberrys had very much despised Malin before, but when such a legendary healer who could heal the lame and the limbless appeared before them, there was no longer any displeasure or malice in their eyes. Girls of the same age as Lulu surrounded her in the center of a small circle with an enthusiasm that exceeded Lulu’s expectations, eager to hear Lulu tell Malin’s stories.

And Malin, he found himself surrounded by the young males of the third and fourth generations of the Hagelberrys, at this moment, they were his best audience. These young men even brought out sand tables and began to replicate the battle situation in Nobel City as told by Malin.

After Malin recounted the events of that day, the young men all expressed their regret for not having been able to follow Malin that day.

"One day, when the Tide of the Dead comes, we will not be without a chance," said Viggo, smiling—after his hand was restored, he became very cheerful and jubilant. His words met with unanimous agreement from his peers.

"Right, exactly," the young men said excitedly: "Mr. Malin, you must equip us with the new firearms as well."

"Of course, that’s no problem. But I still have some concerns—I’m worried that gun oil used in the South will freeze up here. So, when the firearms arrive, I will need to run a large-scale experiment, and I’ll need your help then," Malin said with a smile.

To this, the young men, of course, hastened to assure him that it would not be a problem. The conversation could be said to be very pleasant.

It wasn’t until lunchtime that Malin, with the generosity of a Frost Giant, managed to get all his peers drunk, and he found that the second generation of the Hagelberrys had lost the last bit of unease and apprehension.

Good, see, sometimes you don’t even need to draw swords or guns to solve an issue. After all, Malin came to make friends and money, not to chop people—should there really be a need to chop, Malin would have had the entire household come over.

...Malin finished his meal with a smile and after having a jovial chat with the old chieftain of the Hagelberry family, he proceeded to take Lulu to the Goddess of Harvest Church’s branch in Copenhagen.

The entire Hagelberry family was at the front door to see off Malin.

After Malin had ridden away in the carriage, Salis, who had been assigned to the rooftop, overheard the following conversation.

"Does anyone still object to my arrangement?"

"No, Father."

Listening to the conversation between the old father and his sons, Malin smiled and glanced out the window.

Lulu was somewhat confused about the situation, but she still looked very happy—after all, every girl dreams of marrying a great hero at some point in time.

"How about it, you must be very happy today."

"...Yes, my cousins, who never took me seriously before, are all smiling at me... I know this is your doing, thank you, Malin."

"No need to thank me, we are one and the same, there’s no need for such thanks," Malin said, implying the foolish girl didn’t need to be polite about it, and also asked her a little question out of curiosity, "Do people really believe in the Church of the Goddess of Harvest here? It feels a lot colder than Carterburg."

"There’s wheat to be sown, even if it’s only for one season, but after all that is summer, and actually, the weather in Carterburg is the strange one." Lulu replied.

Since people believed, Malin wasn’t too embarrassed; otherwise, it would have been very awkward for him to go there and find such a large city with only a few sparse souls around.

At the church, Malin found it to be quite lively. Today was the weekend, and there were already some people there to pray, mostly farmers, and some who looked like farm owners by their attire.

Malin and Lulu’s arrival didn’t raise any suspicions, but the church’s guards recognized the emblem on Malin’s chest. So, the guards took Malin to meet the local Bishop since the prayer service was about to start. After greeting each other backstage, the Bishop went to lead the service.

Malin and Lulu attended the prayer session—a very ordinary plea for favorable weather next year, with no issues. The congregation in the church was calm and peaceful, without the appearance of any inexplicable ultrasonic waves, gentleman with square faces wearing glasses and suits, or any crazed worshippers hammering each other to death.

When the first prayer session was over, Malin said goodbye to the Bishop, preparing to attend the evening banquet—the royal family had invited Malin, declaring a feast was held in his honor. Malin, of course, would not decline. Since he was to attend, he obviously needed to bring a companion, and Lulu was currently the only lady he could present.

Other girls, with the progression of their pregnancies, would find it difficult to move through portals.

So, before Malin reached the banquet, he took special care to dress up Lulu—removing what was, ahem, her Night Watcher cap, pinning up her long hair and cutting stylish side locks. He also helped her apply eyebrow makeup, put on lip balm, and change out of the standard Northern attire.

The Northern women were known for their bulky formalwear. Even though her cousins were generally not bad-looking this afternoon, they had wrapped themselves up like zongzi (rice dumplings), appearing not as maidens in the bloom of youth but more like spirited rice dumplings.

Malin chose a Farole-style dress for Lulu. Although it appeared thin, after adding a warming Spell Formation, even Lulu had to admit that she was probably the most beautiful presence at the banquet tonight.

Unless someone with a wardrobe straight off the rack turned up out of nowhere.