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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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714 Chs

Chapter 126: Deep into the Night (IV)

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"You're late, Constance, my sister."

Malin followed behind Constance and heard his words. He looked up to see an elder woman stepping out from the dark streets, her hair white, her face wrinkled, but her erect posture and sturdy breastplate suggested her strength was inconsistent with her appearance.

"Constance, my brother... your new little follower?" The sister said with a smile as she walked up to her brother: "The touring Bishop Singer from the Church of the God of Wealth came to me, telling me about the situation at the Church of the God of Wealth, so I hurried over with people."

"Then he's lucky, for if he had stepped in there, he would have been as good as dead." Constance turned his head and waved to Malin: "Malin, come, let me introduce you. This is Constance, my sister, the daughter of the parents who adopted me."

"There's no need to add that last sentence every time you introduce someone, my brother." Constance smiled as she spoke.