Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 958: Section 628: Regret (Part 1)_2

Chapter 958: Section 628: Regret (Part 1)_2

"Your military AI old friend really knows how to economize," Malin concluded about Jason’s ’old friend’.

Jason responded with a bitter and helpless smile.

Malin turned to look at the three young men: "Gentlemen, I have no questions for you."

Mica nodded and then began smoking in silence.

While smoking, Fisher stroked his amputated leg.

Hamil raised his hand and, seeing Malin gesture that he could speak, the young man began to talk immediately: "Sir, are you going to dispose of us?"

Seeing Malin expressionless, the young man smiled and then pointed to himself: "My brother hasn’t finished his cigarette yet, kill me first, my back hurts so much, dying would solve it."

Hearing this answer, Malin turned to glance at Lagurov and Todd, who shook their heads.

Were they signaling Malin not to pity them, or were they simply helpless?

How to pity them? They were pitiable, but what about those who died at their hands? Was it just their bad fate?

Malin sighed and stood up, pulling out the Revolver and walking towards Hamil.

"Thank you, Sir, if possible, could you take care of Locke Guy from the Seventeenth Division? He is my brother, a little scoundrel just a bit taller than a rifle..." As Malin checked the cylinder, Hamil awkwardly smiled: "I know my request is too much; I’m an assassin, a killer, a guild’s dog whose conscience has gone to the dogs, I just... I just really had no other choice, what else could an illiterate like me do, my parents died when I was older, even selling myself people would complain about my age, Sir..."

At this point, the young man started laughing, although he began to cry, he never pleaded for mercy.

Malin confirmed there was no problem with the bullets, loaded the cylinder, and finally asked Hamil a question.

"Hamil, do you remember how many people you have killed?"

"I started this job at fifteen, now I’m twenty-three, a butcher; who can remember how many animals they’ve killed?" The young man said, looking at Malin: "Fire, Sir, if I hadn’t taken this path, maybe I could have been your soldier like my brother, how nice that would be... but if I hadn’t taken this path, how could I have provided for my brother and two sisters."

At this point, the young man stretched out his hand to grasp the barrel of Malin’s gun, moving it from his chest to his head.

"Don’t pity my face, Sir, don’t let my brother know I died, thank you."

"I understand and deeply appreciate your request, rest assured, I will take care of your brother and your two sisters; your sins will not extend to them, your brother will be my loyal soldier, and your sisters, my best little helpers."

After Malin spoke, he pulled the trigger, and the young man who lost his life fell backward into the pool of blood he had created.

"Next, it’s my turn." Fisher raised his hand, having finished his cigarette, he flicked the butt aside.

"Is there anything you need help with?" Malin approached and asked.

"No, I’m alone, I used to have two brothers, but they are dead, father is dead, mother is dead, even a sister and two sisters are all dead, just because our family couldn’t pay the rent, free men turned into serfs, then in an accident offended the lord, accidentally splashed mud on his boots... You see, this world is just so cold and ruthless." The man with the broken leg said, laughing.

"Sorry, I won’t help you seek revenge, and besides, I think you wouldn’t need my help anyway." Malin thought of a story Lulu had told about a lord committing such vileness, but his family had perished catastrophically two years ago, and no one thought to investigate.

"Yes, sir, two years ago I returned to my hometown and killed the entire family of the previous lord. You see, only with strength does one have everything. When I was eight, I could only watch as my family died one by one before me, yet I could only hide in a ditch, desperately covering my mouth, not daring to make a sound, because I knew that if I made a noise, it would only lead to another death in our family." At this point, the young man started crying: "I told them, we had completed the mission, we shouldn’t have stooped to the same level as that Victor, we are assassins, not butchers, but this idiot Hamil... this idiot."

In the end, Fisher burst into tears.

"Sorry, I am not the fish you are talking about either." Malin said and then pulled the trigger, and Fisher fell to the floor, the bullet piercing his heart, a rather dignified way to die.

I know what you want to say, you have so many expectations, so many regrets, I know, I understand, but I also understand more about the blood of injustice on your hands.

Walking up to Mica, Malin looked at him: "What about you, Mica."

"I bear no deep grudge, nor do I have any brothers or sisters. I have been an orphan since I can remember, no parents, no family. When I was about to starve to death, an Assistant Priest of the Goddess of Harvest threw me into the Church’s orphanage. There, I learned a bit of math, and when I came of age, that Assistant Priest even helped me get a job. I worked as an accountant for two years, until this damn country said an accountant needs a high school diploma, where would I get a high school diploma from."

At this point, the young man laughed and flicked away the last bit of his cigarette, filter and all.

"We five brothers, we worked together for about six years, originally I thought Xia Qi would be the first to suggest breaking up the group, he had a girlfriend, he was getting older, but look, he broke his own neck, nobody even knew his girlfriend’s name."

"Sorry, Mica, I broke your future," Malin answered emotionlessly.

Just like you shattered those deceased’s futures, one day assassins will also die at the hands of bounty hunters.

"No need to apologize, by coming here, you saved many people. Many peers from the orphanage are in the army, I just had dinner with them last month, of the thirty-one who enlisted, only one died, everyone said it’s unbelievable, you changed their fate, now it’s my turn..." At this point, Mica looked at Malin: "Everyone says, you swore to change this sad fate of the world."

"Yes, I swore, and I’m doing it," Malin nodded: "Do you have anything else you want to ask?"

"No more, thank you, sir, if only I had met you earlier, but I guess... your banner probably wouldn’t accept a guild dog who fights for money."

At this point, Mica closed his eyes.

"Is there any message you want me to give to that Assistant Priest?" Malin asked.

"I’ll go find him myself, go ahead and shoot, sir," Mica said with a smile.

Malin nodded, then raised the gun and pulled the trigger.

The last assassin fell into the pool of blood he had created.

"We all see your kindness, Sir Malin," Todd said from behind Malin.

"If I could, I’d rather be cold-hearted, but the education I received tells me that’s not right; however pitiful they are, they are still assassins; and those who were killed by them, however vile, are still wronged spirits who died at the hands of assassins, moreover, those really guilty guys, it’s doubtful if they’d even be handled by the Dark Guild."

Malin put away his revolver, turned and looked toward Todd and Lagrov.

The latter nodded: "Yes, sir, Northerners can duel, normally revenge missions go through the Adventurers’ Guild, there are mercenaries willing to gamble with their lives for money."

Lagrov’s answer made Malin feel a bit better.

And Todd still harbored some resentment toward that Victor guy: "Yet, one of them got away."

"No, none did," Malin said, as a teleportation portal was opening before him: "Let’s go, find that Victor."