Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

The night passed without incident, and as the sun rose over the distant mountaintops, Malin’s suspended heart finally settled—just before dawn was the most dangerous time, but if there had been no movement after daylight, it would seem they had abandoned the assassination attempt.

This made Malin very curious—although Malin’s fearsome reputation had not spread far, it still wielded enough influence in the areas close to the North of the Sydney Union and Farol Principality.

So if they knew Malin was here, why did they still come knocking?

Did they think he wouldn’t protect Rewo?

Or did they think that threatening him with the lives of other girls would work?

Malin’s face was grim, either way, this was not a good sign.

It was necessary to make them understand that such actions would lead not just to death but to the ruination of their families as well.

Malin admitted that he had never been a good Samaritan; the condition for sparing someone’s life was that the other party had to learn to struggle and to survive. As for this situation, if he wouldn’t be available tomorrow, he had to scatter their ashes tonight.

He whistled at the newsboy running towards the carriage; the kid looked at Malin, noticed his height, and frowned.

But when Malin pulled out his wallet, the kid immediately ran over: "Young master, what can I do for you?"

Well, the body is still quite honest, isn’t it?