Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 971: Section 635: Some Promises (Part 3)

Chapter 971: Section 635: Some Promises (Part 3)

"Do you see, my old friend?" As they left the military camp, old Hagelberry’s old friend, Thomas Six-toes, muttered at his side.

Old Hagelberry glanced at his old friend: "What grand insight are you about to spout now?"

It was not that the old man was being sarcastic, but this old friend sometimes spoke completely without thinking, like the other day when he represented the King to inspect the camp. The next day, when questioned at the Noble assembly, he blurted out that the army seemed as obedient as Malin’s own arm.

Half the Noble assembly that day was riled up, while the other half was frantically trying to clean up the mess created by Thomas’s foolish statement.

Fortunately, King Manheim has always trusted Malin, and although Malin has not really mentored Prince Soren, he personally kindled the Psychic Flame for the boy and prepared a whole set of potions for him. It was admitted by the Prince’s Spiritual Energy tutor that, without Malin’s preparations, it would take at least a year to ignite the Prince’s Spiritual Energy.

Time is the most precious wealth in this world.

It is precisely because King Manheim trusts Malin that Thomas’s foolish actions that day did not turn into a farce, and it was also due to Malin’s kindness and magnanimity that this fool has the chance to stand before old Hagelberry today.

That’s why old Hagelberry was very eager to warn this fool with his eyes — they were only an arrow’s shot away from the camp’s main gate. If a soldier with keen ears overheard his nonsense, the next second a bullet might just roll through Thomas’s head.

Old Hagelberry was sure that those soldiers who saw Malin as the one and only Marshal would definitely do so.

Old friend, for the sake of whatever it is, don’t do anything stupid.

"Those soldiers, they’re just like those mechanical beings in the Dark Zone! Did you see? When they stand up, their movements are almost identical. I’ve never seen such soldiers; I used to think Noble private soldiers were strong, but now, they seem like clowns," Thomas said loudly, speaking his mind.

This time, it’s quite normal for you, lad.

Old Hagelberry nodded in relief: "Indeed, orders are followed without question. Malin truly has the natural ability to lead troops in battle; this was evident from the first time he led troops to crush the Black Orcs."

Truth be told, Malin’s demonstrated strength is why he boldly married off his granddaughter; a true Chosen Champion, a commander who defeated the Black Orcs on his first command, the actual lord of Carterburg, the owner of a giant conglomerate, as well as a Prince and a Duke... These are all just titles, that Legendary is the most precious wealth on this young man.

Among the Noble entourage boarding the carriages, some were laughing, while others were marveling at old Hagelberry’s good fortune. Old Hagelberry always responded with a smile, neither envy nor jealousy would change old Hagelberry’s good-natured image.

After all, the King has no daughters of marriageable age. As long as this fact remains unchanged, old Hagelberry has nothing to worry about.

Other Dukes? Ha, as if Hagelberry would be scared. If you can marry your granddaughter to Malin, go ahead.

With satisfaction and pride, old Hagelberry walked toward his own carriage.

"Hey, old friend," Thomas ran over.

"What is it now, Thomas?" old Hagelberry was somewhat puzzled.

"I told you last time, I also want to ride in the big carriage that Malin gave you, you forgot," the Half-human excitedly told his old friend.

Old Hagelberry slapped his forehead: "Right, fine, my carriage is yours for today."

Although Thomas often spoke without thinking, old Hagelberry quite liked him—after all, every time old Hagelberry lashed out in the council, Thomas was always there with his buddies to join old Hagelberry’s side.

These days, Half-humans are far more reliable than humans.

"Thanks!" Thomas climbed onto old Hagelberry’s carriage and then looked at the luxurious interior with great envy.

Old Hagelberry, smiling, headed for his old friend’s carriage—fortunately, it was also fashioned for humans, otherwise, old Hagelberry would have had to ride on the roof of the carriage today.

......

Malin watched from the lookout tower as the carriage convoy of the King and Nobles departed.

"Your Excellency, do you really trust them?" Rhodes stood beside Malin. The young man’s question made Malin smile as he turned to look at his subordinate: "Do you think I trust them?"

"It seems you would like to trust them," Rhodes watched the departing convoy: "Marshal Mendel is dead, and we still haven’t caught the murderer. Although you said it’s unlikely to be the Nobles, but... I really can’t trust these guys. I still remember the days we ate black bread. Without you, we would probably still be eating black bread with stones and sand in it."

With a sigh, the young man continued: "Without your help, we could only face such a desperate life and then die on some unknown battlefield. Your Excellency, you are our Savior. Why don’t you become a member of the political council? Lady Lulu may be an old member, but both my cousin and I think you’re the real advocate of Northern ideology. Although Lady Lulu also believes in the ideology, I feel she’s not the kind who would show her stern side. We are about to clash with the Nobles..."

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