Given that, Malin didn't mind having some cooperation with him—although the Undead and Chaos were both the type that didn't deal with human affairs, at least an Undead like Ails could understand human speech, which was enough. As for something like Chaos that neither listened to humans nor understood human affairs, without a second word, just smash it to death.
The carriage was stuck all the way to the inn; Malin got off the carriage and tossed a five-sided coin to old Jack, watching the old man happily catch the coin and put it into his pocket, Malin also smiled—the coin just now had been imbued with the holy blessing of Positive Energy, so if there was still something wrong with him, the man should have combusted on the spot.
So, Malin should start thinking about how he could take someone and properly Purify his family's Church.
"Peace be with you, Mr. Malin," he said, lifting his hat and bowing to Malin.
