Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

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Legends eventually come to an end, and the news of the old lady of the Moriti family’s passing spread quickly throughout the entire Western Human World. Condolences poured in from all over, and some acquainted legendary Professionals even made special trips to bid farewell to the elderly woman. As a bystander, Malin watched this scene with a sense of melancholy for the fragility of life and the unpredictability of fate. When he had traveled south, he thought the old woman looked fairly healthy, yet just a few months later, she had already departed this life.

At the funeral, Malin saw the High Priestess of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest. The old lady did not cry; instead, she stood there, stubbornly enduring the entire funeral.

It was said that she and Lady Domi were old friends, both having been fond of that young man named Jack in their youth... The beautiful romance of those days had eventually been washed away by time, like sand on a beach.

After attending the funeral, Malin took the girls back to Carterburg collectively. He had established an indirect teleportation channel between Carterburg and Rongma’s palace: on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, Carterburg connected to a rest area in the Semi-Plane and then to the palace; on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, Carterburg connected to the Seafloor Base then to the palace. There were mechanical checks to ensure no stowaways.

What, and on Sundays?

Why bother running around on the weekend? Just sleep in the palace on Saturday. With a pull of the big blanket, ahem, I mean, with a pull of the girls’ big tails, what’s there to be dissatisfied about?

Having a perfect Roman holiday once a week, Malin felt very satisfied, and thought those who weren’t satisfied could be thrown into the Raging Sea to feed the fish.

The only regret was that widow who hasn’t gone out again. However, she had subscribed to newspapers, and the local press made sure their delivery boys were absolutely dependable, so this matter remained unresolved for the time being.

And a new victim emerged—Halil Duboa, a colleague of the Jinge City policeman that Malin knew. He had been pickpocketed in Naples. According to Jason’s analysis, the targets likely used the stolen wallet to obtain a train ticket and leave Naples, as new tickets had been suspended at the time, and only those with old ones could depart.

It was for this reason that the white-haired elders and the others involved hadn’t caught their targets.