Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 780: Section 529: Bullets Are the Best Gift (5)_2

Chapter 780: Section 529: Bullets Are the Best Gift (5)_2

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"Duke Antoine is still trustworthy, just like the Thanan people; they’ve just provided us with a considerable amount of Thainan fire, and even shared their blueprints with us," said Harold, the military representative from the Sunderland family.

"I know, but he has lived here for three generations now, and he’s still a Northerner," Manheim sighed, mentioning Northern nationalism, "Truly a troublesome Great Craftsman, who doesn’t even care about the influence his identity could bring upon me."

"At least Duke Antoine is a human being like us, and he hates Chaos just as we do. That’s our biggest enemy, while Northern nationalism is nothing but a small group made up of starving wretches," said the elder from the Hagelberry family.

"Are you sympathizing with Northern nationalism, Lord Hagelberry?" another military representative asked sharply.

With a smile, the old man replied, "It’s not that I sympathize with Northern nationalism, but rather we are concerned about whether Lord Malin sympathizes with it. Your opinion and mine don’t matter, but if Lord Malin sympathizes with Northern nationalism, and intends to turn this armchair philosophy into the most real world in our eyes, think about it—do these Northerners currently possess the resources that Lord Malin has?"

His statement silenced everyone.

Finally, His Majesty Manheim ended it all, "Lord Malin has said he would accept my child as an apprentice. He’s not the type to go back on his word, so you don’t have to worry about that. This meeting is now concluded; gentlemen, go and prepare."

After sending everyone away, Manheim stood up. He walked over to the window and looked down at the two young people sitting in the garden below.

The succession of the Northern Kingdom is primarily elective among males, with the king being selected from a number of families. Due to ’accidents’ resulting in the death of his children, various dukes and he chose Daniel Wallace, who had a fine appearance and was indeed qualified to become the next king, being born of the Purple Chamber.

However, his youngest son lacked even the qualifications to be born in the Purple Chamber.

Oh Manheim, why are you so weak.

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It was rare for Malin to show up at the Science Academy, which prompted the permanent Elf Ambassador and Dwarven Great Craftsman to action; both simply sat there watching Lord Malin draw an entire stack of blueprints as if he were a printer.

"He doesn’t even need to make drafts; each line is perfect from the start. Our Lord Malin is indeed terrifying," thought the Elf Ambassador, staring at the ’Malin Brand Printer.’

"A blueprint every five minutes, and each comes with at least twenty enlarged component structure drawings. What is this, an engine? For what—making this contraption... fly?" The Dwarven Great Craftsman’s only notion of flying was Mages lifting objects akin to motor vehicles into the sky.

Sorry, this was something the Dwarven Great Craftsman had never even considered; his highest elevation from the ground was at the top of the Mage Tower.

The Elf Ambassador also recalled, realizing the highest he’d ever been was standing at the very top of the Temple on Eternal Night Island.

For the first time, two souls bound by gravity felt a powerful surge of emotion.

What exactly was Lord Malin doing?

Then they saw Malin start drawing something else, an elliptical object with tail fins at the back and a trigger at the front... a projectile for an airplane?

"A genius idea, this thing is bigger than any shell known to us now. A shot of this could give the Great Demon a hard time," thought the Dwarven Great Craftsman.

"I would rather see Lord Malin’s idea come to fruition. Look at this bomb, 1000 pounds—if it were to fall on a small fortress, I’m afraid everyone present would face a cruel issue they couldn’t walk away from," the Elf King commented, tapping his head, guessing that some little secrets from the royal family were truly astonishing.

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The two sat there, waiting until sunset and moonrise, while the Magic Lamps illuminated the entire drawing room but could not light up the somewhat disconcerted hearts within—What on earth is Malin drawing here?! What is this colossal thing?! Four engines?! A ten-ton carrying capacity?! How enormous must the machine be?! How strong the structure?! And what about the terrifying full load capacity?!

But none of this came to an end, until the sun of the next day rose as usual. They saw Malin throw down his pen: "I’ve given you the blueprints, now gather the Great Craftsmen and discuss them, see if there’s any chance of success. If possible, I’ll invest my money, and you start building the flying machine. The Northern Kingdom has outbreaks of the plague, and I need to use them to deal with those pots."

"Sir, where are you going?!" the two Great Craftsmen exclaimed in shock.

"I’m off to find a place to sleep." Malin said, then patted his butt and walked away. He wasn’t worried about the Great Craftsmen messing things up—if they were capable of that, they definitely couldn’t have become Great Craftsmen. So, in the end, Malin found an empty guest reception room at the Academy of Sciences, flopped onto the bed, and fell asleep right away.

The two remaining Great Craftsmen eventually chose the cheapest set of blueprints marked by Malin, copied them into five copies each, and then summoned the Great Craftsmen of all factions, distributing the blueprints down the line. The Dwarves and Elves sat there for half a day before the first Great Craftsman raised a question, scratching his bald head, he uttered a timeless classic.

"Is Mr. Malin trying to make bricks fly?"

If Malin had been there, he would have been moved to think that this Half-human was also a transmigrator.

Indeed, the monoplane Malin provided was America’s most successful World War II aircraft model, the F6F Hellcat.

The materials were certainly lacking, but Malin had grasped the core concept, akin to the American second-class and first-class ethos that persisted for a long time: with enough thrust, even a brick can fly.

The large engines would provide even greater thrust than the Hellcat.

Of course, if that didn’t work, among the biplanes, Malin’s choice was the British Swordfish, an antiquated design indeed, but much simpler than the Hellcat and also a modified version by Malin. For the pilot and gunner, one looking forward and the other covering the back, this was actually a better choice for Malin than the Hellcat.

A 600-pound payload was enough to smash those pots, and let’s not forget the modifications to come; using a 1000-pound payload was not out of the question.

Of course, all this still required the Great Craftsmen to put some thought into what materials were necessary to create such machinery—after all, when it came to materials science, the Academy’s members were as clueless as Malin was.

After this meeting at the Academy, many of the Great Craftsmen were left with their heads in the clouds. Malin’s blueprints gave them a profound sense of shock, but the ideal of making bricks fly was for the swift, economical eradication of Chaos. Thus, all the Great Craftsmen immediately split into team units, starting to think about how to fulfil Malin’s requirements.

But then, they were all stumped by the materials—until Malin woke up from his sleep. They hadn’t come to any conclusion yet.

So Malin took charge, and quickly, many of the Craftsmen understood following his explanations. While instructing them, Malin also told the two Dwarven Great Craftsmen about the Elves, instructing them to ensure good surface work. After all, aside from bombing pots, this invention had many other uses, and Malin certainly did not wish for the day when he would have to bring out anti-aircraft vehicles to stop this insane onslaught.

After finishing, Malin opened the door and returned to Rongma to see his girls.

They looked good. Matilda had even put on a bit of weight, but of course, Malin would never say that word. After all, getting beheaded over such a remark would not be wise.

After the embrace, Malin explained to the girls what he had encountered in the North. When it came to Lulu, he took it upon himself to admit he would bear the brunt of it.

That was until Malin noticed the smiles on the girls’ faces.

Nice, it seems you were prepared for this.

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