Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 953: Section 625: Recourse (1)

Chapter 953: Section 625: Recourse (1)

Regardless, now discussing the killer is premature, Malin could only let the officers conduct their own investigations, Fio, Lorrin, and Melo were assigned to them—considering this child named Marlene and Malin were also well matched, Malin still arranged for Melo to protect Halil, while Fio and Lorrin would take care of gold city and Harold respectively.

Only Malin, gold city, and Halil could see Marlene, even Harold could not observe her.

This gave Malin an enlightenment—Mars’s first arrival in this world was through activating the bloodline in his own body, not only bringing people but also bringing a misfortunate soul that everyone could observe with the naked eye.

But when he later came over, it was supposed to be using a potion, so only those with hostility and blood relatives could observe them.

Only in this way could they observe and harm each other.

Hmm, it must be right this way.

As Malin thought, he headed towards the Benevolent Hospital, after encountering the child Marlene, he vaguely made a judgment about whether Assistant Priest Mendel was dead or alive.

Mendel, a member of the Northern Doctrine’s Council of Eleven, as a veteran, he often communicated with the military and churches, he also recognized all sorts of people. In the trio of officers, Halil is a drunkard; he could not possibly be a member of the Northern Doctrine. The only two possibilities are that either someone among gold city and Harold is a member of the Northern Doctrine, or both of these men are.

Therefore, they would be surprised and puzzled as to why the killer killed Mendel and came knocking for a confrontation, because they feel that the killer, definitely would not kill them in such a heartless and crazed way.

In other words, the killer... is someone from the Northern Doctrine?

Malin waved to dismiss the Spell Formation that was just about to open the teleportation channel, standing by the roadside, and lit a cigarette for himself.

Why, except for indiscriminate killing of innocents by madmen, does every slaughter need a reason that sounds satisfactory enough to the killer? The killing among the Northern Doctrine members at this time... Malin felt a strong disbelief.

With such deduction, Malin had to first convince himself—what is the reason, that comrades would point guns at each other.

That’s not right, is it the work of Chaos assassins framing others?

But that’s not right either, if it was a framing, then evidence left by assassins would definitely be found at the scene, and if it was a set-up, then why would gold city and Harold die? Were they murdered by the assassin and then framed?

But then the question arises again, if all this is true, then where is the killer?

Framing a non-existent killer, this should not be the handiwork of Chaos assassins.

Ah, this is why Malin hates so-called detectives and reasoning, because you can’t possibly spend your life dealing with those trivial matters, and in such circumstances, you have no other choice but to kill your brain cells.

Ah, it’s really fatal.

With a deep weariness, Malin flicked off the last bit of cigarette butt, looked at the half-full pack of cigarettes in his hand, and turned around to throw the cigarette pack to a team of police officers who were just patrolling by, the leading officer caught the cigarette pack and took off his hat to Malin: "Your Excellency, what troubles are you standing here for?"

"Nothing much, just some unclear considerations, are you guys going to support the crime scene?" Malin asked.

"Yes, Mr. Mendel was murdered, we are ordered to strengthen the security at the crime scene, to ensure that the assassin has no chance to destroy the scene." The leading officer obviously recognized Malin, but his respect couldn’t cheer Malin up, the medicine he gave to Mr. Eric still failed to save Mr. Mendel’s life.

Fate truly is merciless.

Malin didn’t bother going to the Benevolent Church anymore, going there would only add to his troubles, rather than staying at the scene to see who would come—whether to seek revenge for Mendel or to see him for the last time, Malin felt that if anyone from the council today does not show up for the above two reasons without a necessary cause, then Malin is ready to investigate their backgrounds.

The truth is, when he returned to the scene, Carter Robinson was already there, this skinny officer stood in front of the bloodstains, gripping with his left hand.

Upon seeing Malin, he immediately ran over—although Malin and he were never formally introduced, they had fought in the same trenches before, so it could be said they had established enough friendship.

Malin extended his hand for a handshake: "I couldn’t find any useful clues, the scene is very chaotic, the footprints of the church guards who rushed over upon hearing gunshots have destroyed the scene, and the killer used a magical artifact, disrupting the elemental balance here, our retrospection spells cannot be used."

"The killer obviously came prepared, I came from the church, and when I arrived, I saw Eric, he said that the medicine you gave him could revive Mendel, but he didn’t know that when Mendel was brought in, he was already dead, the killer came with the intent to kill, and I must track him down."

Malin nodded: "I will help you all, no matter who the killer is, even if he is a Duke, I will make a move."

"I will too, even if the law cannot grant Mr. Mendel justice, I will resolve this through the church’s means," Carter Robinson said this, then turned around to introduce Malin to a young man who came with him, "This is the High Priest of the Church of the War God."

"Respectable believer, hello, I am Malin, the High Priest of the Goddess of Harvest, please don’t forget a peer like me while you pursue the path of vengeance." The blue-eyed young man finished and put away his sadness: "In my view, Mendel was a man free from worldly desires, I don’t know who would kill him."

"We will find out." Malin shook his hand and comforted him.

"Yes, we will find out." After finishing speaking, Carter Robinson walked towards the gold-base city that had just received his colleagues. Watching them shake hands, Malin knew his deduction was correct—gold-base city is also a northerner.

Waiting on the edge, Malin saw Svenson’s carriage and also saw two brothers jumping out of a carriage that hadn’t stopped properly, still wearing wrinkled military uniforms, apparently just returned.

"Mr. Malin, what exactly happened? I heard from my brother that Mr. Mendel is injured." Link ran over and asked Malin, then saw Carter Robinson talking to gold-base city: "Uncle Carter! Uncle Carter!"

Hearing Link’s call, Carter Robinson bid farewell to gold-base city and walked over: "How did you leave the battlefield, did you have the proper procedures?"

"Yes, Marshal Constantine gave us brothers leave. He also heard the news that Mr. Mendel was assassinated... Hello, Mr. Malin." Jon came over, shook hands with Malin, and looked at Carter Robinson: "Uncle Carter, how is Mr. Mendel?"

"Shot four times, by the time I arrived... he had already left this world full of suffering." Carter Robinson said this with a sigh.

"Damn it! Any clues yet!" Link’s visible anger was on his face, and his brother Jon frowned, turning to Malin, "Mr. Malin, who do you think the murderer could be?"

"Without any clues, I would not impose suspicion on anyone, but I swear to you, if we find clues, I will definitely seek justice for Mendel," Malin said.

With Malin’s words, Jon immediately bowed his head: "We will forever remember your help, Mr. Malin, Mr. Mendel was our guide into northernism."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Malin, for helping us." Link said, choking up.

Malin looked at this young man, somewhat unsure how to reflect—time truly is a cruel master, what made this young man eventually become a king, and who ultimately killed him.

I’m afraid I won’t see that moment.

With regrets and reflections, Malin embraced the two young men.

"Don’t worry, I knew Mendel well, he was a true northerner, I feel I must avenge him," Malin comforted the two young men.

Their emotions were genuine, their tears were not an act, Malin saw all this. His previous guesses now seemed to be just a mistake.

Becoming a king after thirty years, and still being staunch northerners now, showed no conflict for Malin; all he could do was help these two young men continue down the most loyal path of northernism.

Let the future not come again.

"Is there anything you need help with now?" Malin asked the Svenson brothers, who after thinking, could not think of anywhere needing Malin’s help—after all, the assassin had not yet been found, and Malin’s stepping in might alert and provoke the mastermind behind the assassin.

Moreover, Malin felt that it is very likely that the mastermind behind the assassin was already prepared to silence people by killing.

So Malin finally decided to try using the Spell Formation to see if he could find clues near the scene.

After saying goodbye to Carter Robinson, Malin first bought a detailed map of this district from a nearby newsstand, confirmed the routes in this area, and confirmed that after the murder, the assassin could only escape through several alleys on both sides of the street—Halil had already confirmed a City Guard outpost at the corner, who heard the gunshots but did not see anyone pass by them.

Malin glanced at the map, closed his eyes, arbitrarily pointed, and when he opened his eyes, having confirmed the direction, he turned his head towards the alley Mendel had come from.

Mendel, my friend, may you help me in this endeavor.

Mumbling, Malin reached the mouth of the alley and walked in towards a back door. Closing his eyes, Malin was silent for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, they had turned a crimson red.

Countless light spots appeared before Malin’s eyes, forming two figures, pushing the back door in front of Malin.

· We must go, the church’s people are coming.

· I saw, but why are we killing this Assistant Priest? He’s not a bad person; I’ve seen him distribute sand-free black bread to the poor.

Dialogue from the Spell Formation’s retrospective flooded into Malin’s ears.

Malin drew his revolver from his waist, became a smoky presence, and then, he passed through the back door.

It was a kitchen filled with trash; in the darkness, he saw two... fallen assassins sitting before a table and chairs.

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