Malin expressed a certain degree of gratitude for the olive branch extended by His Majesty of the Northern Kingdom, Manheim, although Malin had no time to manage this territory. Therefore, he accepted the recommendation of two elderly stewards from old Hagelberry—both loyal and trustworthy elders of the Hagelberry family. Malin had no objections to this—just as the elders recommended by His Majesty Mowish or those who volunteered themselves from the Nova family, they all had their strengths, and to Malin, their loyalty was sufficient. The crafty elder of the Hagelberry family handed over all the land deeds of the small town to Malin. Considering these towering land deeds from the old fox, Malin invited Sir Antoine to directly establish a new workshop on the outskirts of the town—the workshops in Copenhagen were already overcrowded. Even Manheim could not think of demolishing a building—relatives who had fled from the south filled every home in Copenhagen, and demolishing a two-story building might displace five homeless families. So, Antoine accepted Malin’s invitation, converted the city’s workshop into a refugee camp, and brought all the workshop people to the town. Malin had Fio and the others start working, and the World Tree Saplings quickly established a standard workshop. While smaller, it was modular, which allowed Antoine and his team to quickly establish more sections. Indeed, within less than a week, Antoine and his craftsmen had built a working area that was every bit as good as the city’s workshops, and this workshop was attracting countless craftsmen from the North—those who weren’t qualified to work at the great workshops of Carterburg or had various reasons not to go there were like sharks sensing blood. Malin did not keep secrets either; he and Antoine began compiling a new craftsmen’s guidebook, sharing firearm designs with these knowledge-thirsty craftsmen. Of course, the region currently did not have the large-scale lathes available in Malin’s main workshops, and the firearms produced were generally not intercompatible; however, producing firearms locally saved significant time and transportation costs. Considering that firearms require high-precision rifling, Malin primarily provided designs for smoothbore weapons such as grenade launchers and shotguns, which ordinary craftsmen could manufacture without spending too much time on the rifling. In order not to let the craftsmen feel like they were not learning anything trendy, Malin specially brought out the bazooka—a simple weapon consisting of a seamless steel tube, 1350 mm long and 60 mm in diameter. The projectiles could be armor-piercing or high-explosive shells, and if dealing with Chaos Demons, holy silver salt-filled grenades engraved with sacred inscriptions would suffice to deter any demon daring to manifest in this world. Antoine greatly supported Malin’s views. After confirming that every part of the ten guns Malin held was interchangeable, this Great Craftsman had become a devoted advocate for lathes and standardized parts; in his view, making rifled weapons was just a waste of materials and time. The things Malin spoke of were indeed the easiest for ordinary craftsmen to understand and produce. Especially the light rocket-propelled grenades Malin mentioned—they perfectly filled the damage void between cannons and firearms, with the prototype achieving a kill radius that wiped out a standard infantry squad with a single high-explosive round. However, with the involvement of Mages and inscription masters, the progression of things took an unexpected turn—the Mages and inscription masters engraved various inscriptions on the launcher, such as an acceleration array at the mouth of the barrel, which cost 200 Mowish Paper Money and could accelerate the projectile to nearly 330 meters per second. In other words, these were approaching the sound barrier. Beyond that, there were recoil-reducing arrays at the rear and Rings of Blessing in the middle. The former could reduce recoil, while the latter allowed the Mages to bless ordinary projectiles with special effects. The Mages even took Malin’s designs, and within a couple of days, they brought a 120 mm tube enhanced with a lightweight array; the most outrageous part was the use of a magazine for loading, with a four-round capacity. Watching a battle Mage wielding this device in mid-air for ground attacks, Malin’s only thought was if these guys changed the color of their equipment to a purple, red, and black color scheme, the sense of drama and confusion would greatly intensify. At the same time, one couldn’t help but marvel at how Mages indeed possessed intelligence beyond the era and a certain dark sense of humor—during a subsequent demonstration, this battle Mage dual-wielded the launchers, and his first attempt at firing both simultaneously flipped him over before anyone could react, plunging headfirst into the snow. "Truly breathtaking, my old friend." Malin glanced at Lagunlov Dindel, who spread his hands in a helpless gesture. When Mage Tower’s assistants pulled the Mage out of the snow, healers from the Benevolent Church went over to treat his multiple fractures. "Single-wielding is better," the Mage Tower folks eventually concluded. "Feels like we could use a 180 mm caliber; for loading, we could divide into two three-round magazines, top and bottom, and shift the grip backward for balance," the Mage Tower folks also had an ambitious idea. In the end, Malin did not dissuade them—the imagination of the Mage Tower folks had always been far more wondrous than ordinary craftsmen. He left them to their devices. With a month left in his vacation, Malin bid farewell to Lulu and several other people, then returned to Rongma. His girls were entering their final month of pregnancy, and due to Malin’s bizarre and mysterious bloodline, even the most professional doctors could not provide an exact date, so Malin planned to stay for a month to comfort the girls so they wouldn’t worry about him daily, and also hoped to spend more time with his family. By the way, according to the girls, Malin’s father, Mr. Gaiate of Carterburg, couldn’t sit still. Shortly after arriving in Rongma, he registered at the local Demon Hunter Guild. Then, the various mountain spirits and odd creatures in the locality immediately faced disastrous luck, as the old man didn’t take on missions but helped young demon hunters complete theirs. Whenever they were in danger, Old Gaiate of Carterburg would step forward and thrash the equally dim-witted spirits that could have a back-and-forth with low-level demon hunters until they were beaten and bloodied. Malin truly struggled to mention the legend’s harmful tricks. But... as his adopted son, what more could he say? He could only hope that the young spirits don’t encounter Old Gaiate of Carterburg on their paths of spirit life. In addition, Old Spotty’s offspring were initially wary of the arrival of Little Spotty, but under Maya’s training, the two silly leopards quickly started eating from the same pot. As for the naming problem of this Little Spotty, all the girls unanimously expressed that Malin had no talent for naming. "If you name recklessly when the child is born, we sisters are going to revoke your right to name," Faye, as the head of the family, spoke on behalf of her sisters. This made Malin very sad: "How can you think so lowly of me, I, Malin Gaiate, how could I lack the talent for naming? Do you really think I am joking?" "Dear, look into our eyes." Faye and her sisters looked at Malin with a consistent expression. Malin, quite rarely, pouted and eventually collapsed onto the sofa. Life is now impossible to live. "He just fell asleep like that." Lulu went to check on Malin’s condition and then turned to her sisters. "Normal, even a legend can’t work in the workshop for half a month, sleeping only four hours every three days and still be full of vigor," Lillim said while noting that Malin turned over and rolled down from the sofa, his body shrinking in the process. Eventually, Malin transformed into the child form that Jessica and others were once familiar with. "Bloodline instability persists, the strife between Malin’s paternal and maternal bloodlines is really headache-inducing," Clovis said while gesturing Lulu to carry Malin to the bedroom. "I don’t mind, whether big or small, he is still our Malin," Matilda said with a smile. Her view was also agreed upon by Maya: "Malin is our Malin, now and forever." "I, however, think a smaller Malin is better," Jessica, the big-tailed gray wolf, showed a predator’s smile, and then Maya’s tail struck her right in the head. "I think we better get ready to name him ourselves; I have no hope for Malin’s naming talent at all, fate gave him such great gifts and strength, always needing to take something away from his side," Nova’s sigh was agreed by Lillim, who indicated that Malin had probably forgotten her name initially, which is why he always called her ’little lamb,’ and if not because Malin was the boy she liked, she would have resisted him much earlier. "Aside from being an idiot at naming, Malin is actually a standard workaholic, but if he hadn’t been a legend with ample physical vigor, he might have already died from overwork, I think Malin is too crazy," Matilda, as a paladin, expressed a certain confusion: "I don’t think he is preparing to save the world, but rather seems to be rushing to meet his end." "Am I the only one who understands that Malin’s mad dedication to work is to save the world?" Lulu, who had put Malin into the bedroom and returned to the living room, was somewhat puzzled by this. "No, we all know what he is thinking. We fear that he might exhaust himself to death and still might not be able to save the world," Faye’s answer made Lulu catch her breath: "Should I, should I go check on him again in the room?" "Go and come back quickly." Her sisters seemed to have found a better way to entertain themselves.