Mischievous Lolita in the Doll

"I don't know." After saying these three words, the mermaid went underwater again and refused to make a sound no matter how much Mir called her.

"What the hell?" Mil looked at the seal in his hand with disdain. He thought that mermaid was really useless. She couldn't even utter a word for a long time. What use was she?

"Would you talk if I paid you?" After saying this, Mil felt a pang of regret. He was planning to find a place to transform back into his original form and use a Mira to make the fish talk—a Mira! Who else but Eileen could possibly take that much money from him?!

"I really don't know." The mermaid's voice seemed somewhat helpless. "Or maybe I've forgotten."

That's so unreliable! But Mir was too lazy to think about it anymore. There's a saying, "Everyone has their own secrets." Although Mir really wanted to know other people's secrets, the "strange thing" that the mermaid lady mentioned might be Xia Ye's cheat code.

Mir turned his gaze back to the front and squeezed through the crowd to explore further, but one person caught his attention. That person was holding an umbrella. Although it wasn't unusual to carry an umbrella on a cloudy day, this person had opened the umbrella and held it over their head before it even started to rain.

There are many strange and wonderful races in this world, including quite a few that hate sunlight and like to carry umbrellas during the day, but...

Mil looked up at the thick clouds in the sky. He didn't think there was any need to use an umbrella in this kind of weather where there was neither sunshine nor rain.

As if sensing Mil's gaze, the person with the umbrella turned to look at Mil. Mil hadn't noticed before because his attention was drawn to the umbrella. This person was dressed in very strange clothes. His clothes were all black, and strange red runes covered almost every inch of his clothes. Just looking at him gave people an uncomfortable feeling.

Then there was his face. His black hair was styled with long bangs that covered his eyebrows. His scarlet eyes seemed to be filled with murderous intent yet also looked at Mir indifferently. There were centipede-like scars extending from the corners of his mouth to his cheeks, all the way to his ears, making his chin look like it had been forcibly attached.

This was the first time Mil had ever scrutinized someone so closely, because this guy's clothes and appearance were so unique, yet the people around him seemed oblivious to the presence of such a strange person.

This person made Mir feel very uncomfortable, not because of his appearance or clothing, but because of an intuitive unease. Yet Mir did not sense any hostility from the other person, which puzzled him greatly.

Then the strange guy disappeared from Mil's sight. It was something that Mil should have been wary of, but he didn't find it strange at all. It was as if the other party left slowly rather than disappear. Mil didn't feel anything was wrong at first, but he intuitively sensed something was off.

The other person did leave, but he didn't disappear; he simply walked away—that's what his intuition told him.

It seems that the other party reduced their presence to the minimum in Mil's perception before leaving.

“Strange guy…” Mil frowned, but didn’t pursue it further. You’ll encounter a lot of strange guys like that from time to time in this world. And although he felt uncomfortable with that guy, he didn’t feel that the other party was dangerous, so it wasn’t worth his attention.

He was more concerned about something else than that—he didn't seem to have eaten enough at noon, so he decided to go and get something else to eat.

Looking around, he realized this was a neighborhood he didn't frequent, and he wondered if there was anything good to eat there. He decided to ask someone.

Grabbing a random person who seemed to be walking leisurely, Mill asked, "Which restaurant in this neighborhood has good food?"

Upon hearing Mir's words, the man thought for a moment, then pointed ahead and said, "There's one over there. It's an old shop; the lettering on the sign has faded and disappeared, so even though I don't know the name, it's easy to find. The owner is said to be the 'Master of Wonton'..."

Holy crap! Mil was extremely shocked. He really wanted to understand why a restaurant owner had such an awesome title, or whether it was some big shot who opened a restaurant after retiring.

When Mir arrived at the shop that the man had pointed out, he found that the shop seemed to have not been renovated for a long time. Everything inside was very old and had the style of an old shop. The space inside was not very large, barely enough for some customers to sit down and eat, but sharing tables must have been a common occurrence in this shop.

As soon as I entered the store, a rough-looking older man greeted me and asked, "What would you like to eat?"

Mir looked closely at the people in the store and found that besides the old man, there was only a woman wiping the table who seemed to be a staff member. So the old man was probably the owner of the store.

"Are you the Lord of Chaos?" Mil asked, squinting his eyes. He wanted to know why this guy had such a cool title.

"Yes." The old man readily admitted, proudly stretching his thick neck and saying, "My family's wontons are the best in the entire city of Ur."

Oh, that's what it meant. He misheard; it was wonton (tun). Mil felt a little disappointed, but he still showed no intention of leaving.

(Why would such a pun appear in another world?!)

"Give me a bowl of wontons, I am the Puppet Celestial." After saying that, Mir squeezed past a guy who was sitting in a seat but not eating and started to wait.

Older man: ? ? ?

Although he really wanted to complain about Mir's nickname, he still went to make wontons.

Before long, a bowl of fragrant wontons was served. Just as Mir was about to eat, a pair of handcuffs were put on his hands.

"Finally found you, thief who stole from the train carriages. Come with me." The speaker was a policewoman who looked very familiar to Mil; she was probably Elsa's subordinate.

"Wait a moment." Mil calmly extended a hand to signal the policewoman to wait, then finished the bowl of piping hot wontons in one gulp.

“We can go now.” Mir calmly stood up again.

They didn't pay.

Chapter 178 Arrested for Laughing Too Lewdly

“My name is Mil. Chiris, and I am fifteen years old…”

"Shut up! It's always the same few lines, isn't it annoying?!" Elsa slammed her hand on the table and rudely interrupted Mil's chanting.

"Then what the hell did you ask?" Mil snapped the handcuffs off his arm impatiently and continued, "You always ask my name first before I answer, so the real annoyance is you, not me!"

Elsa rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on. She was already the director, so why did she still have to deal with this kind of thing every day? Angela's escape from prison hadn't been resolved yet, and now this kid had gotten into trouble again.

"By the way, did you know that Angela escaped from prison not long ago?" Elsa felt it was necessary to mention it to Mil, since the guy in front of Angela deserved a lot of credit for catching him.

And what if this matter is related to this kid?

"I don't know." Mil's expression remained unchanged, seemingly unconcerned about Angela's escape.

"I see..." Elsa rubbed her temples in distress. She didn't doubt the truthfulness of Mil's words. Although the kid often got into trouble, he shouldn't be lying in a situation like this.

"So, may I ask you something?" Mil arrogantly crossed his legs and tilted his head as he looked at Elsa, as if he were the one in control.

"What is it?" If it were anyone else, Elsa would never let him ramble on about so many trivial things, but since they were all so familiar with each other, it wouldn't hurt to say a few words.

Mil nodded after receiving Elsa's reply, then pointed a finger at Wang Lans, who had been sitting silently next to him in handcuffs from the beginning.

"What did this guy do wrong?"

Upon hearing Mir's words, Wang Lans, who had been silent, bulged his veins on his face, as if he might explode at any moment.

"I want to know too! What did I do to deserve this?!" Wang Lans roared angrily.

Elsa looked a little embarrassed and quickly unlocked the handcuffs on Wang Lans's hands, even though the handcuffs were of little use to him anyway.

"I'm sorry... Vice Dean, the kid who arrested you was transferred from the outer city, he doesn't know you." As she spoke, Elsa poured a cup of tea for Wang Lans.

Mil snatched the tea and drank it all in one gulp. He had come so many times and never received this kind of treatment. Why was this guy treated to tea as soon as he arrived?

Elsa glared at Mill, then poured another glass for Lans.

"So, Lao Wang, why were you arrested?" Mil picked his nose and asked Wang Lans.

"Don't call me Old Wang!" Wang Lans retorted at first, then entered a melancholic reminiscence mode: "Too many tears to recount..."

In the afternoon, Wang Lans did not go to watch the school's competition. In his opinion, the competition was not interesting. Going there would just be chatting with those old guys. But since the dean was there, he didn't need to go. Anyway, he didn't miss those guys much.

So he strolled along the street, pondering what to eat for dinner. He decided to have a nice meal, and as he thought about it, he unconsciously smiled, which, combined with his cunning face, made him look both wicked and lewd. Just then, a young girl, who was not yet an adult, walked past him...

In short, in the eyes of the newly transferred police officer, Wang Lans was a pervert who gave a wicked smile to a little girl, and might even be a human trafficker! So he arrested him on the spot.

Wang Lans was completely bewildered when he was caught, and he even forgot to resist. As a result, he became the first ability user to be arrested and taken to the police station for laughing too lewdly.

"...Anyway, that's it." Wang Lans took a sip of tea to calm himself, then asked Mil, "And you? What have you gotten into this time?"

“Here’s what happened.” Mill’s expression turned serious.

Elsa thought to herself, "Why are you being so serious about stealing a train carriage?"

Mir, following Wang Lans's example, took a sip of tea to calm himself down, and after a moment of preparation, began to weave a story:

"Today, I met a blind fortune teller who said I was ugly. In anger, I broke all four of his limbs. Now without his hands and legs, he cried and ran away, shouting: Why am I mute?!"

"...What is all this nonsense?" The two of them were both stunned by the fascinating story.

Elsa couldn't stand it anymore and simply told her about Mil's crimes: "That kid stole a section of the Phase Train carriage and used it to smash several other trains... Oh, and he even ate wontons without paying."

Mir was so angry at Elsa's words that he slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "The cost of the wontons should be charged to the guy who captured me!"

Elsa glanced at the table that Mill had smashed and calmly said, "Now there's another one: destroying the police station's table."

“These bills will all be sent to your mom,” Elsa wrote in her little notebook.

"You dare?" Mil's eyes sharpened.

Elsa glanced at Mir, then jotted down another note in her notebook: "Threatening the police."

Mir instantly went limp.

Seeing that Mil was silent, Elsa turned to Wang Lans and said, "Vice Dean Wang, you can go back now. I'm so sorry."

“I’m not surnamed Wang!” Wang Lans retorted, then turned and left without looking back.

Mir wanted to leave with him, but Elsa stopped him: "You can't go."

"Why can't I leave?" Mil seemed a little angry. "Are you discriminating against pretty boys?"

"Besides the compensation, you also need to pay bail. When I called Dean Eileen before, she said that you should pay the bail yourself. Considering how well we know each other, I'll give you five hundred as a token and you can go back."

"Damn it!" Mil's eyes widened. "Five hundred? Why don't you just rob me? I don't have any money on me right now!"

"Then I'll trouble you to stay here for a couple of days. The food won't be plentiful. Oh, and if you run away, you'll have to pay more. The bill will go directly to your mother..."

Mil fell silent. He had a brilliant idea. Didn't he have a useless skill...?

【theft】

Mil clenched his fist under the table, and a blue light flashed in his hand, revealing something new.

That's his brilliant idea! As long as he uses this even more outrageous "theft" than anyone else's, he can steal Elsa's wallet and give her the money, making a small profit!

Mir didn't consider at all why Elsa, who was clearly more powerful than him, still allowed him to successfully use his skill.

Elsa saw Mil suddenly sit down and put her hands under the table. Just as she was about to ask him something, she felt a void in her lower body.

Chapter 179 Your panties are dirty, let me wipe them for you.

Mil should have known better; how could things possibly go as he wished? He had realized beforehand that he was living in a world where almost everyone was a goofball.

Looking at the pale purple triangle of fabric stretched out in his hand, Mil realized something was wrong. He swallowed hard and removed the panties from his face, revealing Elsa's hidden underwear.

Elsa was staring blankly at Mil, her eyes vacant. Mil wondered if it was just his imagination, but the color of the magic emanating from her seemed to be much darker than usual.

She looks exactly like a little girl holding Makoto's head.

"Emmm—" Mil felt he should do something to salvage the situation. He unfolded the panties in his hand and pretended to examine them seriously: "I see your panties are dirty, let me wipe them for you..."

As he spoke, Mir spat on it and pretended to wipe it seriously.

At that moment, a huge commotion erupted in the police station, as if a demolition crew was attacking it. All the passersby thought that terrorists had attacked the police station.

Half an hour later, the police officers in the station finally calmed down their furious chief. They felt that their chief seemed to have become much stronger since her promotion, and that so many of them had almost failed to subdue her.

Elsa took a sip of the tea offered by her subordinate, then looked at the unharmed Mil lying on the ground, feeling both powerless and relieved.

What a punching bag...