Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 881: Section 579: Plans and Changes (Part 3)_2

Chapter 881: Section 579: Plans and Changes (Part 3)_2

Using a Spell Formation, you can only toss out twenty Flame Burst Spells a day if you are a naturally gifted prodigy, a teenage genius.

"Like yourself," said the man, pointing at Malin.

Yet, with this device taking to the sky, fitting a five-shell magazine onto two armed constructs, a single takeoff could possess the firepower of ten Flame Burst Spells, and a battle Mage working harder could definitely manage five sorties a day.

Fifty Flame Burst Spells from a Mage in a single day?

Before today, this eighth-ring Mage could have turned anyone who said that into ash.

But today, he has become the most devout believer in the new artillery, and indeed, the folks at the Mage Tower are true and loyal followers of the firepower doctrine.

With such thoughts in mind, Bishop Lin wrote the account of the battle, which Malin glanced over— it detailed how the black-clothed action team faced firepower several times their own and fought tenaciously, ultimately being eliminated due to the disparity in firepower.

In despair, the team members still fought to the last moment; everyone was captured due to injuries (the two Half-humans were also dragged out of the building unconscious), they were steadfast and unyielding, facing death with equanimity (especially referring to the unfortunate soul whose head exploded), they did not betray the organization (the footage involving the Half-humans was cut with the consent of all the Bishops), and leader Bask Cok never opened his mouth under torture, keeping the organization’s secrets (the Illusion Technique involving the Sharobeast was spliced into the video).

After watching the edited footage Bishop Lin produced, Malin was almost in tears— it was full of sacrifice and courage, and knowing the truth, tears nearly fell from the corner of Malin’s mouth when Mr. Bask was pressed down with a hot iron.

I hadn’t expected that, Bishop Lin, you had a talent for directing.

After getting his sarcasm out, seeing off the Bishops, Malin glanced at Tuojin beside him, who seemed eager yet hesitant to speak: "If you have something to say, now’s the time."

"This is just too farcical; it’s clearly a fake film that was spliced together, aren’t they worried that some other Mage might come and trace back through the battle?" Tuojin said to Malin.

"That’s exactly why I’m here," Malin replied and, with a wave of his hand, the remaining two stories of that small building collapsed like sand.

"Uh... I’m still not sure what to say, Your Excellency, by doing this, aren’t you just like them?" Tuojin frowned at Malin, his confusion clear in his eyes. "Tuojin, they’re just like me, willing to work for this world. We shouldn’t fight against them; we have a common enemy."

"I know, Your Excellency, we have the same enemy, and I understand that by doing this, they are trying to reconcile with us. After all, we both bear fault in this matter; the best outcome is to downplay the incident... I just feel that their sacrifice wasn’t worth it. In your army, every fallen soldier receives so much, but what about them? They get only the coffins we provide. That Bishop said they would transport them after spring; I understand the road is difficult but..." The young man spoke incoherently, but Malin understood: Tuojin pitied the team members who had fallen in the conflict because their leader would not reveal their route, they died in vain.

Malin patted Tuojin’s shoulder: "Don’t take it too hard, Tuojin, they have their way of doing things; we wouldn’t do this."

"I know, Your Excellency." Tuojin nodded, squeezing out a smile for Malin.

"Alright, young man, go get some rest. Get to bed early tonight; I’ll take care of the patrol duty schedule," Malin said, sending the young man off.

Making a patrol schedule is quite simple; each regiment has an original patrol schedule. All Malin had to do was pull out a few Patrol Teams from each regiment, arrange the patrol routes for the town, and hand it to the Political Commissar waiting here. Then he heard the Commissar step out and start calling the new lists.

New Lists.

Malin wanted to voice his cynicism but didn’t know where to begin, only watching as the called regimental commanders took the lists from the Political Commissar’s hands and began to arrange the patrols for the latter half of the night.

......

Some things in this world really can’t be wrapped up in paper. As the full authority envoy of His Majesty Manheim, the old man from the Hagelberry family came over early the next morning and inquired about the situation with the National Church, seemingly taking pleasure in the disaster.

The old man provided an explanation for Malin’s puzzlement—the black-clothed enforcers of the National Church hammer the different kind on the outside and hammer the Nobles on the inside. Almost every Noble family has had trouble with the black-clothed enforcers; even though a lot of the time there really is an issue, everyone has experienced being wronged before.

For instance, there were false accusations from competitors, baseless suspicions, and the old man from the Hagelberry family had a distant cousin who was arrested and tortured by the black-clothed enforcers because of false charges. Although he was released afterwards, it took him several years to recover from the injuries.

Therefore, every Noble was pleased to hear about the black-clothed enforcers getting beaten.

Moreover, the old man brought a message to His Majesty Manheim—Dole Vince’s family was at fault initially. As a Cardinal of the Church, although Malin seeking revenge for the believers was somewhat overstepping the procedure, his actions were just; so, let it be that they were killed.

If there is a next time, he still hopes that Malin would give him, the King, some face and go through the procedures. How exactly to execute them would still be up to Malin.

Malin promised right away—if His Majesty gave him so much face and Malin didn’t agree, even he himself would not be able to justify it.

Moreover, Malin felt that with this instance, the Nobles of the entire Northern Kingdom would have to think carefully before doing such things—look, earning money without being able to spend it is very painful.

So, why on earth did the pitiful Dole Vince’s family think of making a move at this time.

Malin didn’t understand this. When Halsan was rescued from the sewer, he was on the brink of death. Even though he has now recovered after taking the potion, the annihilation of his entire family plunged this young man into the abyss of severe introversion. His physical wounds were easy to heal, but as for the emotional scars... Malin was helpless.

Malin didn’t see himself as an empathetic big brother, so now Sudel and Rhodes, the two brothers, were taking care of him every day.

Speaking of Sudel, although this kid made Malin somewhat unhappy, in the end, Malin still felt that Sudel’s tight-lipped nature was a strength. He was loyal and reliable to his friends, keeping silent before the fact, and personally providing care afterwards. Such a young man could still be nurtured and developed.

Thinking this way, Malin eventually kicked out the idea of kicking Sudel out of the team from his mind.

Now that His Majesty Manheim had already expressed a desire for de facto conflict resolution with Malin, Malin ordered his troops to set off. The town was handed back to the self-defense forces for management. At the same time, Malin also gave a sum of condolence money to the widow and child of Val, the self-defense team’s captain—their husband and father had died helping Malin, and Malin felt it was his duty to pay.

Then Malin returned to Copenhagen. The National Church even specially invited Malin to a banquet hosted by Bishop Lin, where Malin cooperated along. It was to cool down the Nobles who were watching the show and planning to join Malin’s team—over these two days, rumors that Malin was going to Copenhagen to start a war with the National Church even spread among the Nobles. Malin was truly helpless at this, not knowing who had spread this rumor with such a big mouth; it was outrageous.

Of course, the next day Malin also had to attend a banquet hosted by the old man of Hagelberry, balancing the situation, otherwise the Nobles wouldn’t need a week to spread the rumor that Malin and the National Church were in collusion far and wide.

"Speaking of which, you Nobles are really quite boring; someone creates these rumors and someone else spreads them. Is there anything you can’t do?"

Malin specifically asked the old man from the Hagelberry family during the banquet.

The old man pondered for a moment and gave a very classic answer.

"While one man, I certainly can’t have children, can

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.