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Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man. Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind? Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake. Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era. And the madness.

Half-step Purgatory · Sci-fi
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707 Chs

Chapter 122: Pre-War Preparations (Part 2)

Pushing open the small wooden door, Casaman glanced at the situation inside the shop—the gnome shopkeeper was sitting behind the counter, just as he had been during previous visits. If it weren't for the bell on the door, the gnome might still be asleep.

"Casaman, aren't you preaching tonight? Why are you coming to my place at this time?" the gnome yawned. He was one of the fences for the Order of the Loving Father, hence his acquaintance with Casaman.

"I'm here to buy some gear. I'm not in charge of tonight's sermon; I have things to do." Casaman said while pulling out his wallet and slapping it onto the counter: "One hundred and twenty rounds of 11mm caliber rifle bullets; a semi-automatic carbine, military issue; and a 357 Revolver, sixty rounds."