Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

The young knight glanced at Malin and then frowned. He took out a photo from his chest, looked at it, and then his whole face scrunched up like a chrysanthemum.

"I’m sorry, but I was talking about the championship duel." The young knight looked at Malin, his face full of anger: "This is extremely excessive behavior! Lord Malin!"

Well, it seems Malin really can’t hide anymore. Even people from such small places have recognized Malin’s appearance.

Malin sighed: "Actually, I’m still the champion of the Goddess of Harvest."

"How can you blatantly lie like that!" shouted the young knight, pointing at Malin.

Malin was deeply saddened by this—back then, when he entered the field, everyone thought Malin was a pushover. Now everyone sees Malin, and they don’t even bother to fight; they directly question Malin’s professional integrity.

Since things were like this, there was no point in fighting, especially when Malin saw several clergy walking over from the opposite side—there was the old bishop from the Church of Justice looking at Malin with a half-smile, the bishop from the Goddess of Harvest nodding respectfully to Malin, and a big man from the Church of the War God giving Malin a warm handshake.

"Lord Malin, I am Eugen Habsburg, the Bishop of the Church of the War God in the Holy Kingdom." The big man introduced himself with a smile and then turned to criticize Malin: "Lord Malin, you are bullying people too much. Even I can see that the fight between you and Lord Hasan had no fairness; you could have killed him with just one finger."

"I didn’t fight, did I? Besides, there are no champions among my soldiers; I am the only champion among them." To be honest, what Malin said was true.

"But you are His Grace, how can you fight?" The old man from the Goddess of Harvest’s side said while bowing to Malin: "Your Grace, hello, it’s truly regrettable that I’m only now seeing you in person."