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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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504 Chs

Chapter 127: Deep into the Night (V)_3

Constance nodded with a smile.

Then everyone sprang into action, Jason began directing the servants to take down some valuable paintings and objects. The team would first return to the Church, leaving the servants and objects behind, and then everyone would head to the eastern district of the city.

Watching the servants remove the gold items from the furniture as if moving house, Malin began to ponder a question.

What should he say when he sees Faye?

Your house is gone?

It was the truth... but, would he get hit for it?

In the end, Malin decided to act as if nothing had happened. Illness comes from the mouth, misfortune from the tongue; sometimes, it's better to care for one's own life a little more.

At that moment, the butler Jason came over with a tube in his hand and handed it to Malin, "This object would be most fitting for you to keep safe, Master Malin."

"What?" Malin caught the tube, opened it, and then pulled out a painting.