Mischievous Lolita in the Doll

The two people handcuffed to him tried to stop Mir from making a sound, but failed due to brute force.

Milton paused, then continued, "Coming here is like coming home. Everyone here is talented and speaks very kindly."

Elsa didn't quite understand the last few sentences he said, but she could understand that she had been provoked.

Elsa felt she was getting really angry: "You better stay here! I don't have time to play with a little brat like you right now."

Chapter Eighteen Magical Ritual

Locke Street —

At this time, the entire street had been cordoned off by the police. Only some police officers were searching for clues, and others were questioning the residents. Several "girls" who had come with Elsa were also present.

“Why did we come here?” Carlo was very unhappy with Mir’s forced dragging him here.

"We're professionals when it comes to investigating cases, aren't we?"

Sack's words were not unfounded. During their special small-group training, the most common thing they did was investigate various cases. Sometimes, the police in Ur City needed their help with things they couldn't do, even though they had professional teachers guiding them. And the police were mostly reluctant to help.

"That's not what I meant. Did we come dressed like this?"

"Why don't you take off these clothes and just wear your underwear?" Mil seemed eager to help him take off his clothes.

"No, if I do that, I'll be officially known as a pervert."

Carlo's rejection seemed to disappoint Mir somewhat.

"What exactly is a magical ritual?" Xia Ye asked Mir, unable to contain her curiosity.

“Restrictions on psychic abilities or race prevent many races from using advanced magic unrelated to their psychic abilities or race. In such cases, magical rituals are necessary.” Mir paused for a moment before continuing:

"In addition, some special magic or high-level magic spells can also be performed through rituals."

I can't fully understand...

"So, what kind of magic can humans learn?" Xia Ye asked, and then noticed that some of the police officers around him were looking at him strangely.

"You guys! Stop slacking off and start looking for clues!"

Elsa shouted at the police officers who were looking this way to leave.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Xia Ye was annoyed by their impolite gazes.

“Because you’re asking a question based on common sense,” Sack answered for Mir. “The human race cannot be matched with any kind of magic, so as a human, Miss Xia Ye, you can only learn magic that matches your psychic abilities.”

Xia Ye frowned; this was not good news.

Then, as if she had thought of something, she pointed at Mil in confusion and asked, "But before I came to this world, that guy taught me a translation spell, and I did learn it."

"Silly girl, that's because translation magic is the lowest level of magic. The lowest level G-rank magic is unrelated to matching, and anyone can learn it. For example, an elf who has awakened the [Forest] can cast a fireball without going through a ritual."

Although it did clear up her doubts, Mir's comment "silly girl" annoyed Xia Ye.

"A man who tries to make money by cross-dressing and selling [censored] has the nerve to call me a stupid girl?"

“That’s not selling [beep], don’t listen to that kid Mil’s nonsense!” Sack shouted, pulling at her skirt.

"Shouldn't the focus be on helping the police find clues? Why are you making such a scene at the murder scene?!" Carlo, who had been ignored for a long time, rebuked the three of them.

At this moment, Elsa, who had just finished examining the body, walked over with a rather unpleasant expression.

"You guys just need to stand here and don't cause us any trouble."

"You're putting it so harshly, and you've found a clue?" Mil looked at the policewoman with a deadpan expression.

Upon hearing Mir's question, Elsa's expression darkened: "No, with my [Observer] ability, I haven't found anything suspicious. However, the corpse is indeed very strange. I can't be sure whether it was a magical ritual or the murderer's particular hobby."

"So we already said we're here to help, right? You won't even let us see the corpse, what kind of help are we supposed to give?" Mil said impatiently.

Hearing Mil's words, Elsa hesitated: "According to the rules, you must have credentials personally stamped by your dean to get involved in this matter..."

"Oh, let's go then." With that, Mir extended his hand, beckoning the three of them to leave.

"Wait—shouldn't you be asking to join in at a time like this?" Elsa stopped them in surprise.

However, Mir simply gave her a disdainful look: "Since your attitude is so clear, there's no need for us to make things difficult for each other, is there?"

Sure enough, this kid isn't cute even in women's clothes!

"Then you can't leave!" Elsa's attitude was firm: "You're still suspects involved in selling [censored] in women's clothing!"

"Damn it! How many times have I told you we're not selling [censored]!" So why does everyone think they're selling [censored] in women's clothing?! It's all that kid Mir's fault!

Sak glared at Mir with a fierce look.

"So, do you want our help or not?" Carlo was starting to get impatient.

"I understand, come with me." Elsa finally gave in.

"Captain, this is against the rules!" The adjutant beside her tried to stop her.

Elsa simply waved at her: "If this really is a magical ritual, then it's terrible. If the murderer completes the ritual, who knows what will happen? We can't afford to take that responsibility."

Elsa led the four of them into a small alley.

The gloomy alleyway was devoid of sunlight even during the day, making it a suitable place for committing crimes.

"Xia Ye just came here from the mortal world, so she might not be able to stand this corpse. If you don't want to look at it, you should go back first."

Xia Ye did not heed Elsa's advice. She had even done things like massacring a village, so why would she be afraid of this?

The body wasn't as gruesome as most people had imagined. The deceased was a young woman, and the cause of death was likely the knife wound on her neck. There was a ram's head symbol cut off her abdomen, and her left hand had also been severed.

Apart from Xia Ye, the other three did not show any discomfort. Xia Ye only frowned when he saw such a strangely dead body for the first time.

“The deceased was named Ana. She owned a clothing store on this street and was generally a friendly person who didn’t offend anyone. The time of death should have been last night,” Elsa explained to the group.

"The first person to discover the body, who also reported the incident, was the blacksmith shop owner next to this alley. We've already had the hypnotist question him, and we can currently rule him out as a suspect."

"Oh? So what were the deceased's interpersonal relationships?" Sack was now getting into the swing of things.

“Her parents don’t live in this city… She usually only talks to the shop owners around here. I had the hypnotist interview all those shop owners, and there’s no one suspicious.”

“That’s not necessarily true,” Carlo said with a slightly serious expression, his face lightly made up. “For example, if the other party is a more advanced psychic or psionic user than you, then it’s possible to reverse the hypnosis.”

Sure enough, this kind of mentally taxing task isn't for me. Mil felt helpless watching his teammates talk to Elsa.

Perhaps I am just a henchman?

"I'm only 15 now, I don't need to compare myself to these people who are my age but only look the same," Mir comforted herself.

Chapter Nineteen: Mir the Slacker

Storm Kingdom.

This kingdom leaves only one impression—chaos!

In this country, only strength is the standard by which everything is measured. There aren't many laws here; as long as you have the strength, doing anything is not a problem.

In this country, only the capital and its surrounding cities can be found with a semblance of order; in other cities, in remote areas, you can't even find law enforcement officers.

A boy who stole bread was beaten to death, yet no one tried to stop it. Everyone just watched coldly as it happened. This is the tragedy of the powerless who live here.

In a nearby tavern, a handsome young man in a black tuxedo leisurely sipped his wine, watching all this unfold with a smile.

"So, you're just going to hand over something so important to an idiot like that?" A burly man, about 2.5 meters tall and carrying a spiked club of similar height, said expressionlessly.

This burly man was completely out of place with the man in the tuxedo. The burly man was barely clothed, wearing only a thong with a piece of cloth hanging in front to cover his loin. He was even bald, with a blue tattoo on his face that ran down his strong arm to the back of his hand.

"What do you mean?" The man in the tuxedo put down his wine glass and licked his lips.

“You know what I’m talking about.” The burly man showed no anger at the man in the tuxedo’s feigned ignorance: “That stone.”

Hearing his words, the man in the tuxedo shrugged helplessly: "You can't expect me to deliver it to Ur City myself, can you? It would be funny if Chiris found out."

"In the end, you're still too scared," the burly man in the thong sneered. "That Chiris makes you so afraid?"

"It was very dangerous, you know!" The man in the tuxedo made an exaggerated expression of fear. "Ten years ago, she almost killed me... But I heard she adopted a son in recent years, I don't know if it's true..."

"So what should we do now? 'That thing' is no longer under our control."

"It doesn't matter. It wasn't important to us anyway, and it's quite dangerous... It seems like it would be good to cause some trouble for Ur City, hahahahaha..." The young man in the tuxedo laughed in a high-pitched voice at the end.

Strong man: The look in his eyes when he looks at an idiot.

"The drinks are all finished, Patton, the bill!"

The burly man, whom the young man in the tuxedo called Barton, glared at him angrily, but still obediently pulled out some money from his thong and stuffed it into the hand of the terrified bartender.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Locke Street, Ur.

Sack and Carlo were asking Elsa all sorts of questions with serious expressions, while Mir was daydreaming and slacking off outside the alley, and Xia Ye was watching him slacking off beside him.

"Is this what professionals do?" Xia Ye looked at Mir, who was slacking off, with disdain.

The fish that Mil was constantly stroking in the water had lost a large number of scales, making the fish shop owner watching nearby feel ashamed.

“When we go out for practical training, I don’t usually get to do the investigation. I just need to wait for them to find the murderer and then rush over and beat him to death.”

Watching Mir continue to torment the fish, Xia Ye didn't know what to say.

"Are you going to buy any fish or not? You've touched my fish so badly I can't sell them!" The fish shop owner looked at the fish that Mill had ravaged with heartache.

Instead of answering his question, Mir turned to look at him seriously: "Can you make fish soup?"

"Huh? I know how," the fish shop owner replied, bewildered.

As a fish shop owner, he naturally knows how to cook all kinds of fish dishes.

"Okay then." Mir thought for a moment, "I'll buy this fish, you can stew it."

"Huh?" The fish shop owner seemed a little confused: "I sell fish, I don't cook. I only buy fish, I don't cook fish!"

"Tsk~ Shady businessman!" Mil grabbed Xia Ye and prepared to leave.

The fish shop owner hurriedly grabbed him: "Hey, you can't just leave like this! You've peeled all the scales off my fish. If you don't buy them, I'm not letting you leave today!"

"Are you sure?" Mil looked at the fish shop owner with a pitying gaze.

The poor fish shop owner had no idea who he had offended, and Xia Ye, standing to the side, couldn't bear to watch any longer.

"You have to buy me the fish today!"