Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

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Of course, such remarks could not be made recklessly, after all, the other party was also a well-known Noble, and Malin had been in this world for less than half a year. To be honest, he had not yet truly witnessed what it meant to be a Noble, nor did he know what the relationship between the Nobility and the Church truly entailed. With the thought of not wanting to cause trouble for Colin and the others, Malin decided to take a different angle and complicate this simple question, "Your Excellency."

Mr. Mischael, who was wiping tears with a handkerchief, found Malin's greeting somewhat strange. He put down the handkerchief, "Little Priest, is there something you want to ask?"

"This is my first time meeting a real Noble, may I ask what your title is?" Malin asked with a genuine smile.

"Viscount, my family's estate is in the East of Carterburg, and my ancestor was one of the thirty brave men of Carterburg," the man said with a proud smile on his face when mentioning his ancestor, but it was soon replaced by sorrow, "But what does all this have to do with my wife?"

"Of course, how much income does your estate generate each year?" Malin, feeling that his question was somewhat inappropriate, quickly added, "Because I think that if the whole motive was for money, then the kidnapper must understand your identity and income very well. Otherwise, randomly kidnapping the wife of a penniless man would make their operation costs quite high, right?"

Mr. Mischael, who had almost been angered by Malin's question, laughed a little embarrassingly after hearing Malin's explanation, "You're right, little Priest. The chief of the police and I think so too. The criminal must have known my family well to choose my wife from among so many respectable gentlemen in the North District."

"Yes, Viscount, you said your ancestor was one of the thirty braves. To be singled out by the first Lord of Carterburg, even a one-thirtieth chance is not high, let alone facing all the gentlemen of the North District, who are all so respectable. If it's not a random crime, then the criminal must have been sure that you could pay a significant ransom for your wife," Malin brought up.

This sincere and innocent flattery was very pleasing to the Viscount, who nodded, "Yes, I would give everything for my wife." He then sighed, "Actually, after intermarriages and the dying off of lines, there are only seven families left of the thirty braves, and our lord's line bled itself dry in the last Tide of the Dead. Thus, Carterburg ultimately became a free commercial city..."

"By the way, sir, I've heard of insurance. Would a gentleman like you buy insurance for yourself and your wife?" Malin couldn't wait to get an answer, eagerly anticipating it.

"Hmm..." Mr. Mischael shook his head with some embarrassment, "According to the insurance industry's conventions, as the largest and sole shareholder of Carterburg Insurance Company, my wife and I are not eligible to buy insurance."