Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

·For a tough nut like you, I have many ways, but considering you are tougher than your peers, I’m prepared to deal with you slowly.

With that, Ails’ assistant lifted the young man’s foot.

Ails cut off one of the young man’s little toes and fed it to the Ghoul.

The young man gritted his teeth fiercely, surprising even Malin—what a guy, truly a tough nut to crack, even as an opponent, Malin had to give him some credit.

·Well done, young man, if your master saw your steadfast appearance, he might even enlighten you, but unfortunately, in this world, it’s not his turn to call the shots. It’s fine if you don’t speak, I’ll continue.

Ails proceeded to slowly cut off all the young man’s toes, but surprisingly, the young man bit down hard, not saying a word despite his frantic struggle.

Malin was moved by the young man’s courage and perseverance, not wanting to continue tormenting him anymore—after all, Malin believed in the adage that a butcher is not crazy.

Since this young Chaotic Believer isn’t speaking, then let it be, kill him, and then directly ask his soul for the information we want.

Just as he was thinking this, Sage Qian suddenly slapped his thigh: "Lord Malin, did you lift the Immobilization Spell?"

Hmm?

Malin turned his head to look at the young man.