Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 786: Section 532: Winter Campaign (Part 3)_2

Chapter 786: Section 532: Winter Campaign (Part 3)_2

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"Thank you for sharing so much," Jon said with a smile.

It seemed that Malin was indeed a rather amiable person; he could even befriend this Lich, as long as the friend was capable of fighting Chaos. It appeared that Malin did not mind whether his friends were humans or ghosts.

"Don’t mention it. I’ve said so much because I hope you can understand Malin better. He is a good friend, a very frightening opponent, and an extremely cruel enemy. I hope that the two of you, as promising young humans, can become friends with Malin. In doing so, you would gain an additional path, as would Malin, and I too would have an extra option through you," the Lich continued.

Jon blinked, as if seeing the young Lich in a new light, and finally revealed a smile, nodding his head, "You’re right, just as the Thanan people say, ’One more friend, one more path.’

The gentleman, Ails, nodded as well.

"Yes, one more friend, one more path. Oh, by the way, your brother has returned. He’s just been slightly injured; I had one of the shells land near him. It seems he’s fine now."

At Ails’s words, Jon rushed to his brother’s side. It was only then that he noticed his brother’s left arm was severed at a section, but fortunately, the limb was still there, and the wound was bandaged. It should be possible to reattach the arm with the help of Bishop, though his brother wouldn’t be able to use it for some time.

But at least it was better than being disabled.

"I was careless and got struck by a sword from a Champion Level Plague Messenger hidden among the forces. I thought I was done for, but the Holy Water in the fog removed the plague toxins from my body. Many others were saved alongside me. I need to thank that Lich," said Link, handing his arm to his brother and walking towards the Lich who seemed to have noticed him approaching.

"Young man, Jon is your brother, right?"

"Yes, I’m his brother Link. Thank you for firing the vaporized Holy Water shells."

"Those shells were given to me by Malin. He told me that as long as I fired them on the frontline against Chaos, they would help everyone and it’s free of charge. If you want to thank anyone, you should thank him. Did you know? These gold coins are my reward, a harvest of more than one thousand six hundred."

"But still, thank you. If you hadn’t shown up today, I probably would have resigned myself to death alongside my soldiers," Link replied.

"Actually, the second type of Holy Water could have healed the plague damages you received earlier. Didn’t you have any?" the Lich asked.

"No, sir, the second type of Holy Water is very scarce. Not even our superiors have it, only a few healers from the Benevolent Church have some, and it’s not enough to go around," sighed Link.

This sigh filled Jon’s heart with sorrow too. Their soldiers were Elites trained by them, and the loss of any one soldier was a source of pain for them. In the battle that night, they had lost at least two companies—and that was thanks to this Lich. Without him, the losses would probably have multiplied, and even his brother would have died there.

"Why not ask Malin? He should be able to arrange for some from the South. Of course, I think it best for your military to contact him. After all, the second type of Holy Water is not easy to produce. If you could obtain it at cost, it could greatly save many of your soldiers, even yourselves."

Hmm?

Jon’s eyes widened as he saw his brother turn his head and look at him with an expression that suggested he was looking at an idiot.

What are you looking at, you ungrateful brat? You’re just as much an idiot of the Svenson family as I am!

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Malin had been invited out of the Northern workshop by a military representative. They were currently testing new models of Firearms, and it was so loud inside that not even the conversations of the military representatives, much less Malin’s, could be heard clearly.

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Malin thought that the military of the Northern Kingdom needed more firearms and bullets, and this was a request he would definitely grant—the Northern Kingdom as long as it stood firm, the Nagoth invasion would not possibly turn southward, ensuring that neither Sydney nor other smaller nations would suffer collateral damage from the Chaos invasion. Because of this, Malin was never stingy when money could solve the problem.

"We need a large amount of Type-2 Holy Water, Your Excellency, the Svenson brothers heard from your Lich friend that you might be able to arrange some from Thainan," the military representative said somewhat cautiously, and Malin was taken aback, then slapped his forehead, "How could you lack this?! Hasn’t the Church been making it for you?!"

"No, all the Churches have done their best, but the shortfall is too great," the representative commenced, and Malin nodded his head. It made sense, the Northern Kingdom was now in full-scale warfare on the southern front, and the consumption of such Holy Water must be enormous, and Type-2 Holy Water was not easy to produce, it wasn’t something ordinary Clerics could make.

"How about this, is there a lake near Copenhagen?" Malin asked, no longer concerned with shocking convention.

"Yes, Your Excellency, you are...?" the young military representative was still a bit confused.

Malin had him lead the way, and not far north of Copenhagen, there was a large lake. Malin summoned the World Tree from a Semi-Plane, causing it to extend a root system into this lake.

Under the gaze of the military representative, white light began to subtly appear beneath the ice cover of the lake. He looked at Malin, his expression a mix of astonishment and bewilderment—he didn’t see Malin do anything, how did the lake transform?

"I had the World Tree from Carterburg reach its roots into the lakebed, now this lake contains Type-2 Holy Water, replenish as you use," Malin answered—he still didn’t dare reveal that the root system was conveyed from his own Semi-Plane.

Saying such would not only be shocking the world, but it could rend the heavens and split the earth; if word got out that Malin, the Legendary Mage, had his own Semi-Plane with a World Tree, how many would give in to greed or desire, vying to push their daughters onto him—even if Malin refused, someone would still try recklessly, please, could Malin be one to succumb to beauty?

To avoid adding trouble for both sides, Malin made the most convenient choice for his lazy bones.

Even with that said, the representative’s expression changed. He drew his sword, opened a gap in the ice cover, scooped up a little water, and drank.

As Malin watched, the man’s bald head sprouted a head of red wavy hair, the two scars on his face also receded and vanished, and he opened his mouth, extracting two decayed teeth that had been pushed out by new ones.

"I... what’s happening to me...?" his hoarse voice also changed, the previously damaged throat sounded like that of a young man again, clear and crisp.

One moment he was a bald man, the next he had long hair; the transformation seemed somewhat drastic.

Malin also scooped up a palmful of water, licked it with his tongue, and looked at the man somewhat awkwardly, "I’m sorry, the purity might be a bit too high. When you use it, it’s better to mix it with some purified water to dilute it, otherwise, if you atomize it, I’m afraid inhaling too much might cause harm. You got lucky, but I can’t guarantee that others won’t have problems after drinking this water."

"I understand! I will relay everything you’ve said to our general, and he will communicate with our king," the military representative said, nodding excitedly. He turned around, his wavy hair dancing in the wind.

I mean, how discordant does it look to have a four-foot-waist fat man with wavy hair, right?

At this thought, Malin turned around, only to find his own hair had also grown longer.

Malin fell silent for a moment, used Spiritual Energy to lift a piece of the ice cover and looked at his reflection – lips red, teeth white – smiling back at him.

With a snap of his fingers, his long hair, with the help of Spiritual Energy, was braided into a plait.

Being handsome and cute really gives one the freedom to do as one pleases.