Malin feels more grounded now—though it appears there won’t be any fighting, and there’s no need to make assumptions about what can’t be imagined—the lady has already backed down, so there’s nothing left to fight about. "Yes, my dear Lady of Pain, your city has provided a vast market for many fraudsters." The Nameless smiled and shook his head, seemingly unperturbed by the lady’s words and actions. "For example, that young apprentice beside you. That lad named Donald is a huge liar." The Lady of Pain shifted her attention to Malin. Since he was mentioned, Malin had no choice but to engage. He stood up and smiled, bringing a hand to his chest in salute to the lady: "Madam, in my world there’s a saying about capital, from the moment it appeared in this world, it’s been a monstrous creature with ulcers on its head and pus on its feet. As for my young apprentice, he’s simply a young man familiar with this process, born to do business, a gentleman who should rightly be wearing a top hat and tailcoat; it’s a waste to send him farming, given his talents." At this point, Malin felt that Mr. Kang and Mr. Ka should at least reward him with a chicken leg for today. "A sly young man, I can pretend he doesn’t exist, after all, you are also a very powerful young man, but Nameless, that succubus behind you..." The Lady of Pain suddenly smiled: "Very well, it seems there are no more demons, so let’s call it a day. I will peel that guy’s skin and hang it at the city gate, and hopefully, that won’t be used as strong evidence of me being your little wife." "Darling, you know I don’t like you, nor do you like me, so why is your Skin-peeler still vacant for these gossipmongers?" The Nameless laughed, a drink appearing in his outstretched hand, as a beautiful celestial creature behind the bar smiled while preparing new beverages for her masters. The Lady of Pain shook her head, finally making a silent choice to leave, and the two ladies of the Nameless chose to leave as well. Discarding the terrifying look the Lady of Pain had when she smiled at the last moment, Malin curiously sized up the celestial girl: "You were purified, so what are you going to do next?" ·Change the decor of the shop, then continue to run this bar for my lord. By the way, Mr. Malin, would you like anything? The celestial girl did not speak, but instead chose to communicate through the very cultured Whisper of the Soul. Malin pondered: "Black tea, with brandy." If he had to drink something, Malin felt this suited him—very tasteful, you see, the Magician, Miracle Master Yang, and once-in-a-century wise commanders all favored this way of mixing tea with spirits, and the first large science fiction novel Malin read in his youth was this one. ·Sorry, there’s no brandy left on the shelf behind me. Unexpectedly, the celestial girl gave a negative answer. Malin let out a long sigh, collapsing like Ge You in front of the celestial girl, as the World Tree Sapling, Mana, transformed into a backrest to support him. Watching Malin’s slump, the celestial girl laughed: "But there’s some in the cellar, sir. I’ll go get it for you." Malin watched as the celestial girl lifted aside the entrance to the cellar and turned to the Nameless: "How does she still have a personality like a succubus?" "This is purification, not formatting, Malin." The Nameless finished speaking, and smiled as he took a sip of his drink. Malin was taken aback, then he too smiled. Indeed, we’re purifying this world, not roughly formatting everything and burning it all with fire, but giving those worthy of redemption a chance, allowing each soul seeking the light to be purified. This is the real path to salvation.