Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"I would rather not have such a deadly boyfriend," the old mage rolled his eyes. With some helplessness, he shook his head at his old friend’s words, "I just came back from the Church. The Lord of Justice and the Goddess of Harvest will probably guard Malin with their lives."

"The Lord of Justice and the Goddess of Harvest? My old friend, you’re not well-informed. News just came from the Church of the War God, their Bishop stated that Karna’s second son violated the sacred duel rites. Malin killing him is without any impropriety." The receptionist old friend said this and glanced at the Domestic Fairy acting as a messenger, "Any new messages?"

The approaching Domestic Fairy nodded, "The God of Misery sides with Malin."

"A Super-Order, two high-orders, plus one with medium divine power. Even if that kid believes in the Lord of Radiance, he’d have to weigh his own head carefully now." The receptionist took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, offered one to his old friend, and then snapped his fingers, lighting the cigarettes for himself and his friend with the flame on his fingertip.

"I’ve already handed over my record crystal. Although I really don’t want to get involved in noble power games, who asked my beloved Clovis to be smitten with that kid." The old mage sighed at this point, "I haven’t seen my daughter that happy in a long time."

"Does that kid really not mind the beastly part of Clovis?"

"I’ve confirmed it with a Spell Formation, the kid has no selfish thoughts when he looks at Clovis..." The old mage said, taking a strong drag, "If he had any improper thoughts, I’d kill him even if it costs me these old bones."

"You dadzillas are really scary," his old friend exclaimed.

"I have only one daughter, unlike you, you scoundrel with seven daughters."

"Dude! Speak nicely, please, don’t pick at my wounds."