Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"I ask you, what are you looking for him for?" Malin pointed at the yellow-haired man sitting upside down on the chair behind him.

"Who are you?" the burly man asked insensitively.

Then a half-human behind him pushed him aside, struggling with a broken leg to kneel in front of Malin’s face and started kissing Malin’s leather shoes.

Malin kicked him away, and the half-human jumped up, accepted Malin’s healing, and with his regenerated leg, he tried to hold Malin’s hand to kiss the ring on Malin’s hand.

"If you kiss me again, I’ll twist your head off your body." Malin, tired of the nonsense, began to use verbal threats—if this half-human didn’t understand what a threat meant, then Malin would have to turn threats into reality.

But it seemed the half-human understood the meaning of hollow threats and deadly warnings, as he slapped himself twice as he stood up: "Your Highness Malin, we received a job today to collect debt from this family. I had Bald Strong lead the team here, thinking it was just threatening a half-blood to repay money, but it turned out this guy is a Transcendent, we were no match, so we had to run."

Hmm, not lying, Malin’s expression softened a bit, simultaneously nodding to Worthy Sage.

Clearly, Worthy Sage understood these things better than Malin, and he took over the conversation: "Since someone hired you, you should have a signed contract from him, so where’s the contract?"

"The contract is here, but the writing disappeared!" The half-human said this and took out the contract.

Malin nodded again—still not lying.

Worthy Sage took the contract, switching through several visual plugins to inspect it: "Are you sure it’s his signature?"