Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"Master Malin has set out again with a team, hasn’t he?" Ragnarok Dendel noticed the convoy’s movement from atop his Mage Tower. At this hour, only a significant team would be leaving, and currently in Copenhagen, only Master Malin’s team had the capability to use an entire motorcade.

Eric Wood watched the convoy until they disappeared over the horizon. "I find it hard to understand this young man. He is a red-robed High Priest of the Church, a Sydney noble, as well as Duke of Farole and a Prince. He’s also a big business owner, yet he tells us he sympathizes with, even understands our ideology... I can’t detect any falsehood in his words; he isn’t lying, but how is that possible? How could what he is saying be heartfelt..."

"Eric, you’re still too suspicious. I know doubt is the way to survival, but think about it. If Master Malin truly did not understand and sympathize with us, with his status and power, all he would need to do is to speak one word, to define our actions, and I believe all of us would be doomed." Ragnarok felt far more favorable towards Malin than Eric did. They were all mages after all, and Ragnarok had asked various Tower Masters from the Southern Mage Towers, all of whom had given the highest praise. The Dwarven Castellan of Carterburg even stated that Master Malin, whether in the world of craftsmen or mages, is an exalted existence.

He is worthy of the Dwarves’ utmost trust, as the Tower Master had said with absolute certainty, as if stating the Truth.

Eric Wood fell silent for a moment, finally letting out a sigh. "It would be great if Pinto Olsson were here. We could have him take a look for us."

"Don’t leave everything to Pinto Olsson to handle. He’s busy in the East right now. He definitely can’t return before the Chaos War bands in the Eastern Region are completely defeated," Ragnarok said with a sigh. "Moreover, I think Pinto Olsson’s power isn’t enough. Master Malin is legendary. Asking him to observe Master Malin is too dangerous. Pinto is our comrade; we can’t accept the outcome of losing him."

Eric Wood nodded, indeed, anyone in the Northern ideology was a precious treasure to the cause. His actions just now might have been misguided. "But I will still keep an eye on Master Malin. If one day he becomes a threat to us, even if it costs me my life, I must kill him."

"I won’t stop you. If that day does come, perhaps it would be better for the two of us old friends to die together," Ragnarok said with a smile, aware of Eric’s distrust. However, Eric had always been fighting for the ideology. If that day came, he would surely stand by him to face destruction.

No matter what desperate situation they faced, no matter what evil they opposed, for the sake of ideology, whether it be the carefree Eric or Ragnarok, every comrade would bravely confront their own end.

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