Chapter 96: Eighty-fourth - : The Postman_2
Malin also found out at this time that the metal head of his father’s axe was forged from the helmet and longsword of the Chaos warrior who killed his father.
The axe head Malin brought back would be buried with his father.
A standard Dwarven funeral.
The lad even wanted Malin to stay for lunch, but considering the Dwarves’ ’Dwarven Spirits’—spirits so potent they could be mistaken for industrial alcohol—Malin had no choice but to flee with the girls in tow.
Lastly, there was the half-human, a young thief with no family, who hailed from the Church of the Wandering God of the half-humans. Eventually, Malin donated his due gold to the orphanage run by the Church, and upon hearing everything Malin said, the Church decided to name the next ten children admitted to the orphanage with the half-human surname Three-Toes.
Having done all this, Malin visited the elf in the hospital and brought him the firearm—it had previously gone unnoticed by Malin, and the girls thought it was broken, but the Baron had it delivered to Malin.
The Baron’s intention was to gift the firearm to Malin, as getting two Chaotic Sorcerers’ heads for 1200 gold was a fair deal, despite the fact that the heads of such sorcerers were a seller’s market. Malin could have driven the price up even double, and it would have been reasonable.
For the Baron, Malin’s refusal to haggle meant he owed him a favor, so he simply gifted the working firearm to Malin.
Then Malin peeled off the rag covering the firearm and discovered it closely resembled a bolt-action rifle from World War II, which was much better than the usual lever-action rifles.
Upon hearing that it belonged to an elf, Malin didn’t want to deprive someone of a cherished possession and returned it to the elf.