Chapter 7: Elves and Magic

  "I guess it's because a bank employee reported the incident! My old man told me that all banks have an alarm crystal connected to the nearby police station."

  A young Minotaur, who had been watching from a distance with great enthusiasm, casually mentioned the mystery of how the police arrived so quickly after the robbery: "My old man used to complain that those blood-sucking bankers give a large sum of money to the police department every year, and then the patrol officers would change their routes, always appearing near the banks but nowhere else."

  "So it was."

  Ma Long nodded slightly, and only then did he somewhat understand why, since crossing over to this world, he had never seen a police officer patrolling the streets in the slum where he lived.

  "Oh no, something's gone terribly wrong! Those damned bandits are running this way!"

  At this time, Aisite suddenly jumped up and pulled Malong, who seemed to be unaware of the truth, towards the big tree house outside.

  It turned out that Ma Long had also discovered the reason for Aister's jump - a swarm of motorized police officers, who blocked the escape route of the robbers who were originally going to rob the bank and flee, forcing them to retreat towards the Echilia Restaurant.

  But the police, who only had small-caliber steam guns, were no match for the five robbers, who were well-coordinated and armed with large-caliber steam guns. They could barely hold their ground, relying on the terrain and the heavy armor of their steam-powered police cars, and it was already a struggle to surround the robbers due to sheer numbers. Stopping them from making a break for the Elysium's Light restaurant was completely out of the question.

  "Aster, it's too late! Go upwards, we're going upwards!"

  Ma Long shouted, and almost at the same time as his shout, a bullet with a diameter larger than a small wine cup, which was unclear whether it was fired by bank robbers or police, whizzed in a spiral and shattered the floor of the tree house, bringing with it a burst of splintered wood, and opened up a fist-sized blood hole on the belly of a panicked blond male customer!

  A gentleman does not stand under a precarious wall. Ma Long certainly did not want to be in the midst of a gun battle, ending up with bullet holes all over his body.

  The problem is... Eshirya's Light Restaurant is just too close to the Sol Bank, and those damned bank robbers are moving way too fast.

  It felt as if the bank robbers had a thick layer of oil under their feet.

  At this time, Ma Long thought that there was a 90% chance that before he could run down the spiral staircase, he would bump into the bank robbers head-on. This...was not a situation where they could just exchange pleasantries and pass each other by.

  And Aister was indeed not stupid, he finally showed the powerful physical strength of the Minotaur tribe, born with it - Aister gritted his teeth and carried Marlon out of the tree house in a straight line, along the rotating wooden ladder against the current and rushed out of a distance of at least 400-500 meters!

  Ma Long, who was almost vomiting from being tossed around, finally found himself on the ground and was shocked to discover that he was already in the treehouse set up by Echiria's Light Restaurant at the top of the large oak tree.

  This treehouse is not large, with an area of no more than twenty square meters. The windows on all sides are covered with thick velvet curtains that block out the external light.

  Thanks to the door that was kicked open by Ayster, Malong could clearly see that the study was decorated very luxuriously.

  Because first of all, Ma Long found that the floor of the tree house was covered with a thick white plush carpet without a single thread, its value far exceeded the 200-lantern motorcycle in Aixter.

  In the middle of the tree house, that not-too-large round table emitting a refreshing grassy and woody scent, along with the casually placed white porcelain gilt cloisonné tea set on the table, would absolutely be worth more.

  Not to mention the one placed in the northeast corner of the treehouse, which is obviously a magical home theater with a valuable colorless crystal ball as its core, "projecting" a soothing song and dance program.

  If the merged Marlon-Liszt remembers correctly, this thing should be a valuable military material, and in the army, its name should be called: "Battle Reconnaissance Level Command Projection Crystal Ball System".

  But what caught Ma Long's attention was the elegant, refined man sitting at the round table with a high-waisted white porcelain enamel tea cup, who was now observing him and Auster with great interest...

  "Good morning, young man with a spirited vein flowing through his blood vessels."

  When Ma Long's gaze finally fell on himself, the elf man who had been sitting upright all along slightly bowed his head and politely greeted him.

  However, Ayster, a Minotaur boy who was at least a head taller than Marlon, seemed to be nonexistent in the eyes of the Elf man.

  It seems that this elf man is a racialist with tendencies that are not too severe.

  "Good morning, sir. I am Malong, Malong-Liester, and this is my friend Aister-Stonehoof. We've come here due to some unexpected circumstances... Sorry to disturb your tea time."

  Ma Long also bowed his head and said that racism is someone else's freedom, he can't and won't say much about it, let alone at a time when he and Auer are obviously disturbing each other.

  It was probably due to the exhaustion from just now that the cow-headed youth, Aister, seemed to have lost even the strength to speak, and could only slump on the soft carpet, panting heavily, unable to nod along with Marlon towards the spirit man.

  "It doesn't matter, at least you let me know that today is a sunny and beautiful day." The elf man smiled with a pleased expression. He raised his head to glance at the large open door of the wooden house, and the two doors that had just been violently kicked open by Ayster quietly closed again: "I heard it was very noisy downstairs, can you tell me what unexpected situation happened?"

  As the door closed, the distant sounds of gunfire and shouting from below were completely cut off, not a single sound could be heard, leaving only the ethereal female voice chanting inside the treehouse.

  Singing the heavenly song is a sidelong sitting elf girl by the gurgling brook - coming from the corner, the image projected by the "Battle Reconnaissance and Command Projection Crystal Ball System" that was playing.

  But Ma Long was not attracted by the elf girl's projection and singing, because almost at the moment when the door behind him closed quietly, a word that only existed in the fantasy world emerged in his mind.

  Magician...

  In this other world that has entered the steam age, the magicians who once stood against the arrogant nobles have not disappeared, although they are now rarer than pandas due to the Magic Goddess falling into a deep sleep.

  However, what level of magician can close two heavy iron-wooden doors from a distance of four or five meters?

  Malong had no answer, after all, the original owner of this body was just a child who grew up in the slums, and even if he understood some common cultural knowledge because of his deceased parents, he still didn't have the opportunity to understand the intelligence of magicians.

  Forget it, what's the point of thinking about this? As long as I don't offend this spirit magician, that's all that matters.

  Ma Long thought about it and organized his words before vividly recounting the bank robbery that had just occurred to the Elf Magician.

  "You seem to have received a very good education? Well, if it's convenient, could you tell me the specific family name of the spiritual bloodline on your body?"

  Unexpectedly, after listening to Ma Long's account, the elegant and poised spirit magician noticed something that was not related to the bank robbery that had already affected Eshiria's Light Restaurant.