Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"Professor, are you looking for a respectable job?" The old man handed the form to his subordinate, then took two cups of coffee from his female assistant. He placed the smaller cup in front of himself and the larger one in front of Malin.

Malin extended a hand, and the small milk bottle on the tray floated to the Spiritual Energy Master. It tipped over in front of the tricolored little cat, as if an invisible bowl in the air caught the white liquid pouring out. The little cat hesitated in delight and surprise before enthusiastically lapping up the milk.

Malin gazed at the little cat with a look full of affection, as if he were looking back on the little stray the old dean had found years ago. It had grown old in the yard, lived in the yard, and eventually, it was Malin who dug a hole and constructed a final resting place for the old cat.

The old man looked at the little cat. His patience far exceeded his ambition. Malin raised his head and decided to offer the man some praise: "By the way, I don’t believe I know your name."

"Li Wei, Li Wei Mischael." The old man smiled and answered.

Malin froze for a moment and then reassessed the old man. "What relation is Mr. Mischael of Carterburg to you?"

After speaking, Malin waited for a response. A trace of confusion flickered across the old man’s face. He instinctively expressed astonishment, fear, and contemplation.

Finally, facing the fact that this was the Legendary Spiritual Energy Master, the old man nodded. "That was my ancestor. How... did you recognize my lineage, sir?"

Malin, of course, could not tell the old man, "Sorry, your ancestor is still on my list of suspects."