Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"Congratulations, Mr. Malin," the Divine Envoy looked at the third wounded soldier who had been saved by medical officers of the infirmary using Malin’s method and finally signed his name on the emergency manual.

Malin also signed his name—in the column for the discoverer of the emergency technique: "The only difficulty with this emergency method is controlling the strength of the electric claw. If the strength is too low, it can’t activate a stopped heart, and if it’s too high, it will not only be ineffective, but it will also harm the patient. We still need to standardize the strength."

"That’s not a problem, Mr. Malin, how about we rest here today and have a detailed discussion tomorrow, is that okay?"

"...I personally don’t have a problem," Malin knew that traveling directly from the North to Carterburg required a considerable amount of casting materials. Before, when deities created portals, it was not necessary, but the God of Goodness’s descent taxed the Divine Envoy’s health to its limits. This Divine Envoy wouldn’t be thinking about another descent for the next year, unless he wanted to risk his life: "However, I do have a problem, my friends are waiting for me to go back and have dinner."

"Do you mean Miss Faye?" The Divine Envoy obviously had heard something...but Malin believed that, given his status, the small gossip about him and Faye must have reached his ears long ago.

So, Malin smiled and nodded: "Yes."

"No worries, I’ll notify Lady Anna to tell your Miss Faye. Is that okay?" the Divine Envoy’s words were full of appreciation: "I have high hopes for you two children."

"Thank you." Malin smiled and then gladly agreed to the Divine Envoy’s request.