Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1198: Section 732: Fellow Daoist (Part 3)

Chapter 1198: Section 732: Fellow Daoist (Part 3)

The Sage Qian gave me, little Malin, some face.

Malin thought this, while looking at Old Man Li, who had just asked for a cigarette. But he found that the old guy had silently extinguished the cigarette, and when Malin looked at him, he gave a knowing look.

No, you old bastard, you know nothing.

Malin glared at the old bastard and walked over to the young man who had just been brought in. This guy tried to jump out the window earlier but was tackled down by detectives using a rugby-style takedown.

Malin crouched down and looked at the young man, who was pinned down by a few burly men.

"You’ve got guts; you drugged the street cops who came to invite you and even dared to wear their clothes to come here. Seems like you guys are in quite a hurry." Malin didn’t expect this guy to speak—his mouth had been tightly gagged with someone’s sock by the detectives to avoid certain spell formations that required speaking.

Speaking of which, the smell is really something. Can’t imagine how long this guy hasn’t washed his socks.

"Compare the facial features of all the fake street cops; confirm whether that guy used a disguise spell formation." Sage Qian spoke as he casually shot the old impostor.

Indeed, Sage Qian’s vision is sharp. In Malin’s opinion, this guy was the leader of the group—look, none of these fake street cops were Transcendents, except for this guy. If not for Malin’s mental shock immobilizing him for a few seconds, he might have jumped out the window and run away.

Even though Malin held back to avoid killing him, the fact that he broke free from the shock state in just three seconds proves his strength.

A Transcendent, in a cult like this, how could he be serving mortals?

"Sage Qian, I think we should close the door and let Ails in. He has a knack for soul interrogation." Malin suggested, looking at Sage Qian.

Sage Qian nodded without hesitation: "Although I don’t like the undead much and am wary of soul interrogation, Mr. Ails is trustworthy, and our opponent is hardly human. So let him handle it; we still need to find his friends who have infiltrated the city."

"Ails, get started." Malin calmly cast an Immobilization Spell on the young man while calling out to Ails.

When Ails came hopping over, Malin couldn’t help but tease: "Come on, Ails, you’re at least a legendary lich; can’t you maintain some of that cool demeanor? Your disguise is just too weird."

"Come on, Mr. Malin, you don’t understand the little whims of an old man. Using such a cute disguise is like reliving life." Ails spread his arms wide, his face blossoming with a smile.

"At least show your prisoner some respect, right? If he dies and goes to hell, if the undead there ask him how he died, and he says he was squeezed to death by a little girl, how embarrassing is that?" Malin advised earnestly.

Ails put his hands on his hips, his face scrunching up like a cute girl contemplating: "...You’re right, okay, watch me transform."

He reached behind his neck and pulled, like a cicada shedding its skin, and the lich emerged.

Several detectives covered their faces and wept—since Malin and Ails were speaking Westland’s common language, they only saw the cute girl turn into a lich without comprehending the malicious dialogue. Thus, when the beautiful girl turned into a lich, it caused tremendous harm to their minds.

"I think we should keep the lich like he was just now; he looked much cuter that way." Old Man Li made a shocking statement without the respect due to age.

Madam Meng rolled her eyes at her old friend.

Old Sage Qian found a chair and sat down, taking a cup of tea from the young man carrying the tray.

Malin watched the young man, struggling desperately, unable to break free, and smiled—you see, with the lich transformed, the intimidation was instantaneous.

"Hey there, young guy, don’t be afraid; I’m a very skilled lich, proficient in skinning and tendon extraction. I’m familiar with torture in both Eastern Land and Westland; you see, my assistant is bringing over the cart."

This time, the one pushing the cart for Ails was one of his underlings, also a lich, but Malin confirmed through his soul wavelength that this was Ails’s earliest subordinate, now thoroughly switched sides. His cart was filled with various tools, leaving Malin quite impressed.

The young man struggled, face full of rage, clearly not intending to surrender.

This kid is something; earlier today, I encountered one of your peers, and he couldn’t hold on before I even started. You’re a tough one.

Ails clapped his hands, and his assistant took out a small knife.

"Help fasten our friend here."

Ails’s orders were quickly executed, with several brave detectives tying the young man to a chair.

"Also, I’ve called in a little doggy, don’t worry, absolutely safe."

After repeated assurances, a ghoul resembling a dog emerged from a rift and sat beside Ails, although it kept tilting its head to look at Malin three times per second, occasionally whimpering—clearly, it was intimidated by the World Tree Sapling preparing to leap by Malin’s side.