Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1099: Section 687: Let’s Count (3)_2

Chapter 1099: Section 687: Let’s Count (3)_2

The silly girl seemed to have misunderstood, so Malin could only pat her on the head, "I’m not angry at the speed of the interrogation, but I feel that since such intense interrogation hasn’t made him speak, using his family as a means of coercion and leverage won’t have any effect either. Let the Tulin family go, I’ll deal with this young man."

"But he’s already crossed the line. If the torture is too harsh, he will die." Faye was still worried.

"It’s okay, I won’t resort to torture." After Malin said this, he turned to look at the old butler responsible for taking care of household affairs. The latter nodded slightly, "Sir, please follow me."

This was a member of the elders of the Mowish family. As Malin’s status rose, the old butlers from the various Mowish estates had handed their original duties over to their juniors and come to Faye’s side to start their new conquest.

Malin had never met this particular old butler before, but he clearly understood Malin’s intentions. As he led Malin to the dungeon, he thoughtfully introduced himself, "I am the butler from the Mowish family’s old castle, previously responsible for the underground level. This time, the master sent me because he was worried that there were no professionals by Madam and Master Malin’s side."

Malin raised an eyebrow—indeed, the Mowish family was interesting.

Since he said so, Malin became interested. After following the old man to the dungeon, Malin had to admit—this was indeed professional. At the entrance coming down the stairs, there were two holes. If no password was given, spears would thrust out. Behind the holes were two veteran soldiers quite adept with spears.

Soon after, soldiers holding revolvers would reach out from both sides, welcoming uninvited guests with their shotguns.

Such things were deadly weapons in such a confined space.

Even if a Transcendent managed to break through, beyond the gate, Malin saw two cross-placed heavy machine guns.

"In the past, I would use repeating crossbows to create crossfire, and even ordinary powerful Transcendents might not be able to escape unscathed." As the old butler introduced, he led Malin past here. The people responsible for managing and using the heavy machine guns were the grandchildren of the old butler group, all of whom had seen Malin. Thus, upon seeing Malin, they immediately saluted him.

Malin smiled and patted these young men’s shoulders, expressing his hope for their continued service to the family. He also asked the old butler to give them a thirty percent pay raise—being underground all day, the working environment wasn’t great, so more money would let them enjoy their vacations a bit more.

"Sir is too kind; to be able to serve the family is their honor, please don’t let them become too conceited." Although a bit displeased, the old man grasped the middle ground. While he opposed Malin giving them money, he chose a very interesting angle to express it and had no intention of overstepping his bounds.

"I understand, consider this a small reward from me to them. Afterward, please manage them well so they don’t become arrogant." Malin replied with a smile.

This answer caused the old butler to pause in silence for a moment. Finally, he stopped in front of a door and knocked three times heavily, twice lightly, then three times heavily. After hearing the sound of the door opening from inside, the old man stepped aside, "You make me proud, sir. Thank you for recognizing my work; I will strive hard to serve you and Madam Faye, and may your battle flag never fall."

Afterward, the old man stepped back further.

Malin nodded, then entered the core area of the dungeon.

The Tulin family’s Boer was suspended from the iron hoop on the ceiling, surrounded on four sides by the gray-hooded ones from the Church of the War God. Their leader came over and saluted upon seeing Malin, "Greetings to you, honorable Master Malin."

"Hello, and you are..."

"Nicholas, the subdeacon of the Church of the War God in Regensburg, responsible for interrogation."

The candidness of this middle-aged man gave Malin a good impression. He took out a small box of nine vials of potions as a little gift for him and his subordinates, assuring him that they would need them.

"It’s too precious, sir." Nicholas the subdeacon shook his head.

"No, please don’t refuse." Under Malin’s insistence, the subdeacon had no choice but to accept the box of potions with a smile. Then he eagerly introduced Boer—according to the subdeacon, both his interrogation team and the medical team had performed three rounds of interrogation, but Boer had never spoken.

Considering Master Malin’s reputation, they could not really slaughter the Tulin family’s youngling in front of Boer, so the matter was at a stalemate.

"Our methods are limited, and we’ve let you and the Madam down; it’s truly shameful," Nicholas the subdeacon said.

Malin smiled, comforting him, and then gestured for the young man to be let down.

Though uncertain why Malin wanted to release him, Nicholas the subdeacon cooperatively let the young man named Boer down.

As soon as he was released, the boy eagerly launched an attack on Malin, but with his skills, it was impossible to touch Malin, so everyone around watched as Malin stepped him underfoot.

"Sir Boer, as a knight of the Mowish family, you should know what you are doing." After saying this, Malin didn’t wait for an answer. With a mere lift of his foot, the next second, the young man was slammed against the wall by spiritual energy.

"Now, Boer, confess your sins." With the domain activated, Malin wore a benevolent smile.

Boer began to struggle, and soon blood started to flow from his nostrils, forcing Malin to retract the domain.

What a pity, Number Three and Jason weren’t present. Otherwise, they could’ve scanned the boy to see why he could withstand Malin’s domain—based on Boer’s performance, there was something in his head allowing him to resist Malin’s domain abilities.

Thinking of this, Malin looked at Nicholas the subdeacon nearby and found him drenched in sweat.

Ah, forgot, this one is a subdeacon. When Malin spread his domain, the subdeacon must have noticed... This time, he indeed became complacent.

Thinking of this, Malin looked at him with a smile, "Nicholas the subdeacon, what happened to you?"

"No wonder our Lord said to serve you with humility—so that’s why. My companions and I will guard this secret with our lives! You must be our Lord’s good ally!"

Malin blinked, then smiled and nodded, "Yes, so, please do not reveal my secret."

After saying this, Malin and Nicholas the subdeacon exchanged glances toward Boer on the wall.

"No problem, as for this Mr. Boer, rest assured; he certainly won’t leave here alive." Nicholas the subdeacon patted his chest naturally.

"I’ll leave it to you, Nicholas the subdeacon. I trust your skills." Malin nodded—no matter what, this young man was doomed. From the moment he laid hands on Malin’s child, he had no chance of survival.

Just as Malin was about to leave, he heard the inhuman howl from the young man, Boer...

Malin turned his head to see the young man undergoing distortion.

But not the kind of distortion from Chaos, from Malin’s view, it was the twisting of the young man’s flesh and blood.

"An Abyssal Machine Soul! Master Malin! Be cautious!"

Nicholas the subdeacon wanted to shield Malin, but as the explosion loomed, Malin still used his shield to block in front and threw Nicholas the subdeacon and his subordinates behind him.

Because Boer had completely transformed—his skin and muscles had been utterly pierced by black metallic structures, emerging into full metal armor, with the black metallic skull’s tri-optic viewfinder flickering with a crimson glow.

"Deity! Kill! Purge this filthy bloodline! Avenge Number Four!"

With that, two more mechanical arms extended from this mechanical entity’s back. Malin frowned at the crimson light swords on those arms—was this an Abyssal Machine Soul?

Immune to Spell Formation? Aimed at the Deity Entity?

Thinking of this, Malin drew out his own laser sword and lifted it.

The next second, a blue lightsaber blade appeared.

Considering how dialogue could potentially be deemed infringing, Malin chose to say nothing further.