Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

As soon as Malin entered the Southern District, there was news from the police system that a private distillery was selling bootleg liquor in a warehouse. Police commandos swooped in on the scene, catching the criminals red-handed, and seizing at least twenty liters of alcohol. In the underground warehouse, they found another twenty gallons of distilled food and bootleg liquor products.

At the same time, they apprehended a dozen merchants involved in the purchase of the bootleg liquor. This was considered one of the biggest illegal liquor cases in Carterburg in thirty years. Taking into account Malin’s identity, the police were preparing a corresponding reward for him and initiating a witness protection program—such a big case was enough to strike fear into the hearts of the criminal masterminds behind it.

"I think we should get a liquor license," Malin turned to Clovis. "Those employees who perform well in their daily work and whose teams excel should receive a liquor ticket each month, allowing them to exchange for one liter of alcohol. They can use it themselves or sell it to their colleagues. I believe this small reward will enhance the workers’ enthusiasm for their jobs."

"Malin, your idea is brilliant. I’m thinking now that the God of Commerce would weep for losing you," although Clovis had no understanding of business, as a mage, if one doesn’t show enough curiosity about how to make money, there is no way to advance on the path of arcane spiritual energy.

Uh, speaking of the God of Commerce, before this, the Assistant Priest rejected our invitation due to an insufficient quota. I heard he has now been exiled by Bishop to some village.

Now, this same Bishop comes to Malin every day, swearing to get a hefty share in the next deal.

"Maybe we could collaborate with them. After all, the Church of the God of Commerce can issue liquor licenses as well, and with this license for brewing holy wine, applying for a liquor license at the city hall would also be easier." Although Malin could handle the matter without involving the Church of the God of Commerce, given his current stature, the previous collaborations with the Church had been quite pleasant. Even if the Church in Parol City was ultimately burned down to purge it of evil, the God of Commerce made it clear that the fire was well-placed—anyone who could replace a deity in purifying a desecrated temple was naturally welcomed by the deity.

As Malin was discussing this, he noticed a merchant convoy of the Church of the God of Commerce ready to set off; the Assistant Priest sat on his horse, looking haggard.

Seeing Malin, he didn’t seem angry but rather dismounted and walked over to Malin to apologize with humility: "Your Excellency, I apologize; I underestimated your business."

"It’s all right, Mr. Assistant Priest. Our previous cooperation was quite enjoyable, wasn’t it? Don’t worry—if I’m free later on, I’ll put in some good words for you with the Bishop," Malin patted his arm.