Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 966: Section 632: Number 3 (2)_2

Chapter 966: Section 632: Number 3 (2)_2

"No, I think if he gained so much knowledge, he should be able to apply it flexibly," Sostak No.3 answered proudly: "Look, although he is a traitor, after all, he is a young man that I taught. What about you, Jason."

"I asked the landlord, that’s what he told me." After saying this, Jason looked at Sostak No.3 with a triumphant smile: "I never score points for myself in what I do."

"Are you asking for a beating?" Sostak No.3 bristled.

"Come on, fight, I’ve never been afraid of you, you dare to slander me! Take my punch!" Feeling slandered, Jason was instantly enraged.

Malin had no choice but to hurl the two rascals, who were scuffling on the carpet scratching each other like kittens, out of the open window, and then he brought the suitcase over to the table, where Lulu came over and took over to open it.

"Clean clothes, for changing," said Lulu as she put the clothes she was holding onto the table, then picked up a small card.

This card was instantly recognized by Malin: "A nominal fixed deposit card from the Church of the Goddess of Harvest."

"Yes, this card is a 300 Yuan fixed deposit card, it seems this person has saved quite a bit of money in this past year," Lulu said, placing the card on top of the clothes.

Then she tried to pick up the third item, but Malin held her hand down: "It’s an anti-infantry mine, there should be a tripwire connected to the case, if you lift it, gravity will make it face you, and then it could blast half the room."

Having said that, Malin opened a small crack and directly threw it in.

Lulu took out the tripwire from the suitcase, just about to say something, when everyone in the room, including Jason and Sostak No.3 who just climbed up and were peering through the window, noticed the crack that was opening.

A completely charred skull poked out.

"Sir, what did you just throw in here, why would it explode?"

"Uh, an anti-infantry mine, weren’t you at the front lines?" Malin asked curiously in return.

"No, I just collected a bunch of gold coins, just spent them, and just returned to the shallow layers to rest a while."

After speaking, Ails glanced at Lulu.

"Mrs. Lulu seems to have become stronger, visibly so."

With Ails’s appropriately flattering words, Lulu was overjoyed.

However, she continued her work, pulling out the fourth item, which was a small slab that neither Malin nor she recognized.

"I know this."

As Ails cleaned the head he was holding with the cloth given by Malin, he recognized the slab-like object.

"You know it?" Malin became curious.

"Yes, I’ve seen this thing, in the Prairie Elf cafe in Mark City, Prairie Elves often use these as a medium for trading, I’ve seen it."

After Ails spoke, the Lich that had finished waxing his own head reattached the skull back to where it belonged.

Malin took the small slab and tossed it to Ails: "Help me find out more, thanks."

"Don’t mention it, sir, it’s my honor to serve you."

Ails turned to leave, but his attention was completely captured by the new item picked up by Lulu.

Malin looked at it, a triangular insignia with an eye and a triangular frame encircling the eye.

"An Outer God’s insignia, strange, why would this man keep this thing." Lulu identified it and was about to put it away to destroy it when Ails extended his hand.

"Mrs. Lulu, that is... it’s from my homeland, could you... give it to me?"

"Are you from your hometown, right? Then it’s yours." Lulu handed it to Ails, the Lich extending his hand, soul becoming the bridge, the emblem finally landed safely in his grasp.

Ails was very satisfied as he caught it, he placed it in his bosom, then chose to leave.

It was only after Ails had left that Lulu, filled with confusion, turned toward Malin: "His hometown?"

"Yes, his hometown. I remember he told me that his hometown was also destroyed by Chaos." Malin recalled what Ails had told him.

Lulu’s next words somewhat alarmed Malin because it seemed she too recognized the origin of the item: "This thing, it resembles the emblem of the Sacred Lord from the old era, but I’ve only seen it in books before, since it’s a deity from an era that has fallen, its emblem must be destroyed if found, otherwise, who knows what monsters might be summoned from the god’s tomb."

"Er... If it’s that dangerous, then why did you give it to Ails?"

"I couldn’t be certain of its situation, plus, you said Ails’ world was destroyed by Chaos; such a deity must be completely dead by now, even if it existed it couldn’t possibly summon anything." Lulu’s answer put Malin at ease, but it deepened his curiosity about Ails’ true origins.

Is he really a survivor from another world?

Or rather, is he the last survivor from Earth’s civilization destroyed in a different era by Chaos?

Ails... Never mind, I’ll ask him next time I get the chance.

With these thoughts, Malin and Lulu finished their examination, ultimately declaring once again that this investigation ended without event.

This must have been prepared for Victor’s escape, considering that he had everything ready, it seemed he planned to finish this business deal and then go.

The assessment made by Lulu matched what Malin wanted to say; Mark City shared this view as well. He checked several cupboards but found nothing useful, only various half-carved wooden toys and a set of well-carved blocks.

This set of blocks was packaged up, apparently ready to be taken away as part of the baggage when the time came.

Malin looked at these toys and blocks and finally turned his attention to Sostack No.3.

"Malin, you want to know about Victor’s family, how would I know? I only know he’s a bastard, if you want to know where his family is, you’d better ask in the prison." Sostack No.3 replied with disdain.

"Yeah, even bastards have families, they have children, this world is really unfair." Lulu snorted, she had heard Victor’s story, and deeply detested those who would kill their comrades just to flee from a battlefield.

Malin could sense her indirect expression but didn’t know how to console her.

"If possible, I would like to give this set of blocks to his child." Halil, bearing the melancholy that a young father might possess said: "We’ve known Victor for many years... He went down the wrong path, but as a father, I still hope his gift can fulfill its purpose."

"I know where his family is, we’ll send the stuff over when the time comes." Halil said an address, not in Copenhagen, but in a much southern position, north of Haslo City which Malin had visited before, near the border of two countries.

"It looks like we won’t be able to go over there for a while." Halil remarked somewhat regretfully.

The officers felt regret as well, but since they had taken on the responsibility for this matter, Malin handed it over to them to deal with, meanwhile providing the officers 1200 pieces of Mowish Paper Money, 300 for the three officers as a hardship fee, and the remaining 900 as a settlement fee for Victor.

"I can understand his desire to see his children, but I will not agree with the sins he committed for it." Malin made a final emphatic statement about Victor’s actions, dispelling any doubts among those present.

"You are too kind, Lord Malin." Halil seemed deeply moved.

Malin smiled and waved his hand, leaving the matter in the hands of the officers while he took Lulu to see old Hagelberry – this old man seemed quite busy lately, claiming that Lulu’s child should inherit the family business, the outrageous part was his children apparently had no objections.

So Malin had to go see... See what?

Of course, to see what this family was up to.

Why? Isn’t it all good?

"You even dare to take you, my eldest son with Lulu, do you think you live too long, all of you!"