Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Everyone has their needs, and they are adults already, do they still need Malin to teach them how to live life?

Sorry, Malin himself does not think he can.

These gangs usually have a lot of patience for locals and citizens, but it’s different with the recently arrived refugees from the Eastern Kingdom and Northern Kingdom. Those refugees, having come to Carterburg, have taken many job opportunities, and even though Malin’s conglomerate has tried to absorb as many as possible, there’s still some antagonism between the two sides.

That’s already pretty good, in other areas, blood has already been spilled by both parties, and I’ve heard the police department is having a real headache about it recently.

"I understand, but this is really our guild’s shaper’s fault. He’s been influenced by your novel recently and thinks that the detective from the Eastern Kingdom is quite charming." Donald mentioned this with considerable embarrassment.

Malin spread his hands helplessly, "Speaking of which, my new book has also been submitted for review. It should pass, and I hope your shapers won’t take a liking to some of the monsters in it."

"What kind of monsters?" Donald, who was about to leave, turned his head and asked.

"...Ghouls with their brains exposed. Makeup like that would be quite a challenge."

"Forget I asked, Mr. Malin."

Mr. Donald beat a hasty retreat from the eater of corpses.