Malin smiled wryly; this Ails, it was one thing to run a goblin plantation on the island estate, but playing spy games with Ghouls? That’s learning the wrong kind of lessons, only picking up the worst habits. At this thought, Malin reached out, pulling the serpent spirit over: "Is this meat tasty?" "Then take it somewhere else, trade it for something you like, but don’t eat humans anymore, did you remember that?" Ultimately, Malin enjoyed persuading others to do good; the serpent spirit was beyond saving, or else Malin wouldn’t have hit so hard. As for this Ghoul kid... he indeed seemed to want to live again. Malin thought if the kid really endured the trial, he could help him once, see if he could awaken his soul, and when the time came, have the Nameless give him a hand—resurrection was something the Nameless should be quite familiar with. Since he had already thought it through here, Malin didn’t wait for this Gatsby to conjure a thankful speech, tossed the tightly bound serpent spirit at the Ghoul’s feet, and turned to wave at the commanding officer: "Commander, I have to leave." "Once again, thank you, Prince Malin." This time, the commander bowed to Malin, his side added a companion, Malin could see the divine glow on him, presumably from the Nameless’s godhood. "No need to thank me." Malin smiled, then walked into the rift. Malin considered coming to kill the demon because the demon deserved to die. Saving the children, while also quite important, was simply an act of convenience, not something that needed thanks. Upon returning to the bar, Malin found the Nameless sitting at the counter, the Succubus diligently mixing a drink for him, a Great Serpent Spirit kneeling there, its serpentine face having its scales shattered entirely, and the little bit of evil god aura it possessed now seemed particularly ridiculous to Malin. "You’ve come, Malin, you’ve finally chosen this path too, just like me, which truly comforts me." As soon as he saw Malin, the Nameless immediately chuckled. Malin nodded with a smile: "In life, one always has to choose a path." At the same time, he thought this Nameless was truly like himself—persuading people to be good, but never forcing anyone. Whether a person’s path or a monster’s, one walks it oneself. Only in Malin’s eyes, people have a chance for redemption, monsters do not at all—in Malin’s view, human rights mean that if a person commits a crime, they have the right to explain themselves to Malin, and if Malin finds their reasoning legitimate, they don’t need to die. Monsters, however, don’t have this right, their only right is obtaining an eternal death from Malin. Consequently, Malin reached out and patted the Great Serpent’s head: "Is this Sostar?" Of course, this question was addressed to the Nameless, after all, this Great Serpent was bound by the Nameless’s divine power, unable to move in the slightest. "Yes, this Great Serpent is quite a runner, I spent some time before it came here and I captured it and gave it a beating." At this, the Nameless took the drink the Succubus mixed and sipped, then smiled contentedly: "Kid, your skills have improved again." This was said to the Succubus, and Malin looking at her, for the first time, discovered such a carefree smile on a female demon. "My lord Malin." In the bar’s corner, came a shout from a demon. Malin turned to see the demon who had just given him the intelligence looking at him with a fawning expression. Malin glanced around—goodness, the previously packed bar full of monsters was emptied, except for this demon who hadn’t fled, truly the type that values money over life. "The intelligence was true; I killed all the demons in the camp." With that, Malin walked to the counter and tossed the gem to the beaming demon: "Here’s your reward, if you have similar intelligence next time, you can contact him." Malin pointed to Ails. "Yes, my lord, I will keep an eye out for demons daring to oppress the prairie elves." This demon caught the gem, trembling with excitement. "As long as your intelligence is accurate, I will not shortchange you, but remember, if you deceive me, you too will find a day where you live inside a gem." After saying that, Malin pointed outside. The demon nodded contentedly, saluted Malin and the Nameless, and then bowed to the girl standing by the Nameless before quickly leaving the bar. It was only then Malin noticed that the stand-in girl of the Goddess of Harvest was also... Ah, no wonder the Succubus was smiling so freely before; makes sense, when the man she had her eye on finally visited, he brought his wife. Given the disparity in power, Malin thought this girl could poke this Succubus to death several times with just one finger. The mortal world isn’t worth it, my dear; even if you have horns on your head, a tail behind you, and a small bat wing, I really don’t think you’re a good girl, there’s no outcome between you and the Nameless. If it were possible, Malin really wanted to sing these words melodiously at this moment. "Malin, long time no see." As soon as this lady spoke, Malin couldn’t help but lower his head—after all, he’s received her care over these years: "Good afternoon, madam." "Don’t call me madam, even though you’re still the Bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest, your strength is here, you needn’t be constrained." After saying that, the girl extended her hand, and the Succubus placed another mixed drink into it. Although there was no actual contact, Malin could still see the Succubus’s entire body was emitting smoke.