Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

It should be from Faye or Clovis; these two mage girls have connections with Ails, usually asking him to handle mage-related issues, such as undead spell formations. In this regard, I’m afraid all the mages and Immortal Masters on this planet are no match for Ails.

But why didn’t they contact Malin directly?

With a sense of doubt, Malin received the cylinder and took out a small note from it.

Northern civil war, your coordinates are invalid, return quickly.

Not many words, but full of information, Malin frowned and looked at Sage Qian: "Sage Qian, did you find out anything?"

"I did, after the Chaos that killed the entire Gold Boat Ensemble entered the city, they hid in the old barn in the west of the city, which is near the police station and ironically became unnoticed," Sage Qian said and looked at the small note in Malin’s hand: "What happened?"

"The Northern Kingdom in Westland has erupted into a civil war." Malin made no effort to avoid the topic: "Regarding the mission team, cover for me a bit; I don’t want the ambassadors from the Northern Kingdom to end up dueling or assassinating teammates due to political differences."

"The way you say it, sir." Sage Qian was just about to laugh when he saw the seriousness on Malin’s face, he chuckled doubtfully: "What, could it really happen?"

"Yes, believe me, I’ve judged that in the worst-case scenario, the entire nobility of the Northern Kingdom will be eradicated, just like those revolutions that broke out as human history advanced into the 19th and 20th centuries." Malin nodded.