Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Malin also thought the same, but he couldn’t resist the Thanan envoy’s sincerity. When the blueprint of Faye’s kind of lightsaber was slapped on Malin’s face, Malin swore he was truly somewhat surprised.

Our kingdom doesn’t even know how this thing works, or what its internal structure is like; how do you have a complete set of blueprints?

Then the Thanan envoy explained that the blueprint was a copy, with the original kept in their great library. Hearing about new marvels, they wanted to join the celebration, and naturally, since they were asking for help, they had to show ample sincerity.

Several members of the Church of Goodness were extremely excited about this blueprint—this thing could be activated with positive energy, which even apprentices in their churches could use. It was compact and easy to carry, cut through Chaos different kind like a hot knife through butter, ignored armor, dealt damage to the soul with very strong alignment targeting, and most importantly, their opponents usually couldn’t even use it if they got their hands on it, so there was no chance of arming the enemy with it.

And with their vote of approval, Malin had nothing more to say—he was happy to see this unfold anyway. As long as humanity could gain more advantages against Spirits and the different kind, Malin wouldn’t mind at all.

"The Thanan folks really throw their weight around with money; is this thing easy to build?" Although the Instructor Emet-Selch was a profound dark knight versed in negative energy, he greatly appreciated anything that could strengthen the ally’s power.

"Starstone." Malin didn’t mention any other materials, only the one the Thanan people used to replace the original, causing Instructor Emet-Selch to sigh, "That stuff’s priceless. Why do I feel like the Southerners are trying to trap us into giving something for nothing?"

"Not necessarily, think about it. They have tested many materials, and both we and they have many exclusive materials. We could also try replacing it with something else." Malin thought the deal was at least not a loss.

"Then we can only hope the Goddess of Fortune lifts her skirt for us." Instructor Emet-Selch finished his cigarette and leaned back in his chair, then stood up as he watched the arena: "The half-sized kids are down, I’ll go pick them up."

Malin watched him walk away, then smiled at Faye in the team.