Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 487 - 326: Reunion (Part 2)_2

Chapter 487: Chapter 326: Reunion (Part 2)_2

"Yes," the old Bishop nodded, "the murderer may have already learned to kill through others."

"..." Malin didn’t know what to say; he just watched Mr. Jonathan sitting there sobbing. Finally, he shook his head, signaling the Proxy to take him away, then turned his attention to his guest, "You are a Transcendent, I believe this electric shock won’t take your life, so why not tell me your secrets, and I swear, I will give you a very merciful and quick death."

The Chaotic Infiltrator gasped for breath and finally lifted her head, her crimson lips lightly spitting out a contemptuous sound.

Malin took the Array activation stone passed by the Punisher and placed it on the switch of the Array, "I will come to see you again in three hours, Mr. Hibian. By that time, I hope you will have reconsidered your position and changed your mind."

Once again, the Chaotic Infiltrator began his incoherent screaming journey, while Malin put on his gloves and walked towards the execution platform with a smile.

"Mr. Malin, one of the members of the commercial guild who dined with Guda Hibian last night has died under torture," a Half-human Punisher hurried over.

"That’s great, bring over the operating table, and bring the gentlemen’s lunch. Both they and I haven’t eaten anything for half a day," Malin said with a smile.

These guys are tough-mouthed; even using detection arrays, none of them appeared to be Chaotic purple. Malin believed that none among them would stoop as low as to collude with Chaos, but it was possible that someone working against Malin could well be Chaotic.

So Malin had to make them disclose the list.

Now the problem was, the Church couldn’t use extreme torture against a human who wasn’t a Chaotic Believer. Unlike the Chaotic Infiltrator they electrocuted, they’re considered human after all.

Therefore, Malin had the Punisher use an Illusion Technique to replace one with weak will among them. They would reveal the list of names they knew. As a reward, Malin would spare him and agree to let him and his family leave Carterburg.

The illusionary performance would then make these commercial guild members believe they’re witnessing a display of Professor Hannibal’s psychological quality and culinary talent.

Hopefully, they would be moved to tears by the experience.

Otherwise, Malin would really have to make a show of it, sending these noblemen to the rack equipped with tiger benches, chilli water, and salted whips, hoping they would live up to their beliefs.

But Malin thought it unlikely they would endure, as to withstand all this one had to have a steel-like conviction, and they... they would probably spill all their secrets just by smearing something on the soles of their feet and having a sheep lick it off.

With this in mind, Malin took the knife handed to him by the Punisher and started to dissect the freshly brought-in sarol monster, while the Illusion Spell would transform Malin’s teaching dissection into the most feared sight in the noble gentlemen’s minds.

So, as the first cut was made, in the eyes of the noble gentlemen, they saw the terrifying demon Malin slicing open the corpse of their companion, then taking out the liver to swallow raw—causing them all to vomit the contents of their stomachs and cry out, willing to confess everything, eager to return to goodness and not waste the beauty of this world.

Such are the pitiful mortals controlled by the illusions.

"You’ve been quite indulgent with them this week."

After ordering his subordinates to take them away, Mr. Phalom, the leader of the Punishers, looked helplessly at Malin—the entire hall smelled more like an extension of hell, an acrid stench that was unbearable for everyone.

"I am a person filled with justice and compassion at heart; even my enemies, I do not deprive them of the right to dream," Malin said as he took off his apron.

"Sir, what about the Chaotic?"

"Keep him electrified, regardless of what he says or pleads, continue with the execution until I return in three days." Malin’s mood soured further, "I am off to bid farewell to my mentor."

Mr. Phalom was stunned for a moment, then bowed his head.

"May the Lord have mercy."

Yes, may the Lord have mercy.

Saying that he was seeing his mentor off, Malin had no idea of how to properly do it. Although he was the Apprentice to the mentor, he was still just an Apprentice. The branch of the Secret Keepers sect was still being inherited by Colin, who had been learning how to manage the sect all this time.

After all, he would be the Director of the Orphanage in the future.

Malin once asked his mentor what would become of the sect now that it had completed its mission, for there was no longer an Evil God in need of being sealed by the sect’s branch.

The mentor had said that the Master of Wisdom, since realizing that his divine duties would be usurped by the Evil God, had latched onto Nameless and concurrently shattered the entire Church, so that even if part of the sect turned corrupt, it wouldn’t lead to a completely disastrous end.

After that, though, there became no horizontal communication between the branches of the Secret Keepers; each branch wouldn’t seek to understand the existence of the others.

It wasn’t until the invasion of the Evil God that some sects were twisted, becoming prey to Chaos.

There were also some like the mentor, who took other sects as cover to continue their mission — a mission of resistance against sects under the control of the Mimicking Bird. Meanwhile, the Master of Wisdom was also secretly interfering and saving those corrupted sects.

Whether all this was useful, no one knew, but at least it allowed those sects who didn’t choose corruption to keep up their defiance.

Until his last day, Malin had still not received recognition from his mentor Hoffman — this meant Malin had to attend as a member of the Goddess of Harvest’s Church. Lillim and the other girls showed a certain displeasure, but Malin didn’t mind — there must be a deep reason why mentor Hoffman did this. If he didn’t want his last Apprentice to become a member of the sect, then Malin would respect his wish.

He only hoped that Mentor Hoffman would pass away peacefully in the end.

...May his Lord have mercy upon him.

......

·Our mentor is going to die.

The nymph sighed, gazing at the starry sky above before lowering her head to murmur softly to the man beside her.

"Yes, he is going to die... But he clearly won’t give up on all of this."

The man named Anm Lensen bowed his head, looking at the small photo in his hand, which held the memories of his childhood – the only recollection he had of his time as a human.

In this tiny space were the laughter of his younger self and his companions, and the silent, smiling watchfulness of his tutor... It’s just that everything had changed beyond recognition.

"Go and sabotage that final inheritance ceremony."

That’s what he said.

·Why... we simply didn’t want to be those tragic sacrifices, we never intended to destroy everything.

The nymph appeared by his side, clinging to him tightly.

"If we sabotage the ceremony, there won’t be any more sacrifices for it, isn’t that good?" He tried to reach out to touch the nymph made of Negative Energy, but his hand passed through. He sighed, transforming his sorrow into determination.

"Let’s go change all of this."

"Anm... Are we all going together?" The nymph asked curiously.

"Of course we are going together. We’re going to Carterburg, to ensure there are no more poor souls for old Hoffman, that everyone is free, and they should not be made into vessels." He looked at her, his heart aching: "Let’s put an end to all of this."

Anm Lensen, it’s time to end everything, to stop brethren from slaughtering one another, and lovers from battling to the death, to put a full stop to this damn fate.

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