Chapter 9: Soul Magician

  Bang, bang, bang——

  The sprite mage interrupted Malong's secret speculation with applause.

  "What an interesting idea."

  The elf mage said that his gaze towards Malong was filled with profound meaning.

  Then, before Ma Long had a chance to say anything, the figure of the Elf Magician rippled in the air like water waves and... disappeared.

  Inside the treehouse, only Malong and Oxhead boy Aister were left, staring at each other.

  Half a minute time.

  One minute time...

  At least three minutes have passed, and the spirit magician who vanished into thin air has still not reappeared.

  So, from the moment he entered the tree house, the cow-headed boy Aister, who hadn't said a word, finally couldn't hold it in and leaned into Marlon's ear. In a low voice, he said: "Brother, let's run! The magician! He is absolutely an evil mind-controlling magician! You don't know, when I kicked the door open and rushed in, he glanced at me casually, and I was paralyzed on the ground, unable to say a word! It's over, it's over. If only I had known, I would have run downstairs!"

  The Minotaur was shouting wildly, its eyes filled with a sense of terror.

  Soul Reaper?

  Oh, I remember now.

  Ma Long was taken aback for a moment, before finally recalling from the memories inherited from Ma Long-Liszt that only bit of information about Heartmenders - "The original source of fear and suffering, the ruler of others' minds and thoughts".

  Whether in the dark ages that have passed or in this so-called civilized age built on steam, sorcerers seem to be evil in the eyes of the world.

  This is probably the instinctual reaction of a normal intelligent being when their mind can be controlled by others at any time and place.

  Ma Long thought so, because he finally understood why he had almost no defense and revealed everything that should or shouldn't be said.

  Looking back, even that kind of mild mental control is enough to make people feel uneasy and vigilant.

  At least, Marlon, who was used to the earth's world where people respected each other's privacy rights on the surface, thought so in his heart.

  But just then, ripples appeared on the surface of the water in front of him again, and the mysterious spirit man who had just disappeared out of thin air reappeared.

  Vigilance allowed Malong to discover that the spirit man had reappeared, with a faintly tired look on his face.

  "The innocent ones in your mouth have all been safe."

  A slightly fatigued elf man looked at Malong and said.

  "Thanks for your help!"

  Before the elf man spoke, Marlon had already guessed this possibility and hastily expressed his gratitude.

  Pausing for a moment, Ma Long stood up and said: "If it's safe outside now, we'd be too rude to continue disturbing your peace. Please forgive us for taking our leave first..."

  Although he was transported, Ma Long had neither the protagonist's golden finger that could kill gods nor even the ability to protect himself before or after being transported.

  A gentleman does not stand under a precarious wall. Heaven knows that this obviously magical and spiritual man, with his elegant mask of refinement and courtesy, is hiding something other than being cruel and bloodthirsty.

  Moreover, Ma Long didn't want himself, under the guidance of his opponent's mental control ability, to say some secrets that shouldn't be said.

  So, after all, it's still best to retreat and live to fight another day, that's the safest way.

  "Good."

  That mysterious elf man, unexpectedly didn't say much, only nodded calmly with a bland expression.

  So, before Ma Long could say anything else polite, the cow-headed youth Aister, who was already scared out of his wits, had already dragged him out of the tree house in a frantic dash.

  Ma Long looked back, and he saw the door of the tree house closing slowly again like a ghost. The mysterious spirit man was looking at Ma Long with a calm expression, holding a white porcelain tea cup with a ceramic glaze, and slowly disappeared into the darkness.

  For some reason, looking at the already closed tree house, a strange and bizarre thought involuntarily emerged in Malon's heart - this mysterious elf man would eventually appear before him again.

  "Don't be stunned, brother, hurry up and go!"

  Aisite patted Malong's shoulder and lowered his voice again, saying that although the Minotaur lowered his voice, it was still loud enough for people within a three-meter radius to hear clearly.

  He nodded and strode down the stairs with big steps.

  "Malong - Lisite, interesting..." Malong didn't know that at almost the same time he stepped down along the spiral staircase under Eshiria's Light Restaurant, the elf man inside the treehouse, after slowly but in one breath finishing the remaining milk tea in his cup, slightly curled up the corners of his mouth.

  "We will definitely meet again."

  ……

  As he walked down to the bottom treehouse where they had hastily fled before, Malong saw seven stiff corpses - six men and one woman who died with their eyes open.

  A slightly tense-looking armed guard blocked the path of Marlon and Auster, loudly ordering them to continue going down and not allowing them to enter the Treehouse Restaurant.

  Ma Long didn't want to join in the commotion, so he quietly walked down, but the young man with cow-shaped hair, Aister, was somewhat dissatisfied and glared fiercely at the armed police officer before following Ma Long from behind.

  It's fortunate for Ayster that his Sword Toothed Leopard Type III steam engine was intact, while the six-wheeled open-top steam speedster next to it, with a pair of large steam exhaust pipes on either side of its head, had seven or eight holes of various sizes on its body.

  "Hah! That Ah Hua's sports car, worth over 3,000 yuan, I wonder which spendthrift kid drove it out to show off, now he's got something to cry about!"

  It's obvious that Aizawa is somewhat delighted by this misfortune, which is typical of a young mind.

  "Let's go somewhere else and find something to fill our stomachs."

  Ma Long urged him on.

  "Get out of here, you two little brats! What are you doing here again? Don't you know there's an unexploded military delayed-action incendiary grenade in the car next to you?! You're clueless and asking for trouble..."

  A police officer wearing a thick protective suit, with even his head covered in a large metal bucket-like helmet, and all over his body hung various strange equipment, cursed as he ran quickly towards the location of the two.

  Delayed Incendiary Grenade Launcher?!

  Are you kidding me...

  Aster, who was originally going to get closer to take a look, was so scared that he shook all over and fell to the ground with a twist of his feet.

  Ma Long's reaction was not much different from that of the Cow Headed Youth, because the memories inherited from Ma Long-Easter told him clearly - due to the built-in large fireball magic, once the delayed large fireball-type grenade exploded, its power would be comparable to a napalm bomb in the Earth world, burning a large area! So Ma Long didn't even notice that the police officer who was wearing a metal helmet and couldn't see his face clearly used the phrase "ran here again" when speaking earlier.