Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

·I never knew you had the taste for stargazing at midnight.

Ails, having answered Malin’s summons, stood on the rooftop of Katerina’s sanatorium. He glanced at the milky way in the sky, then lowered his eyes to look at Malin.

·You’ve shrunk again.

"Yes, I don’t know why, but the two bloodlines in my body seem like they will never merge... Ails, did you bring the things you prepared?" Malin wasn’t too surprised by this; after all, whether he was one meter twenty, one meter forty, or one meter eighty, Malin could use his fists to knock the brains out of any fool who dared to challenge him from their skulls.

·Yes, I’ve put in quite an effort to protect the souls of those two children, but as you know, I’m a master in this area; their souls are preserved perfectly, as if they were still alive.

The Lich ’spoke’ with a proud and self-satisfied tone, the whisper from the soul seemed to be boasting, or perhaps seeking a reward.

"I knew you would be useful. Come, I’ll take you to see the mechanical life created by the ancient creators of this world."

·Mechanical life? What is that, something composed of gears and alchemy tools that clanks when it moves?

Ails was extremely curious; he looked around inquisitively.