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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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713 Chs

Chapter 320: The Endless Night (Part 1)

The snow kept getting heavier.

The veteran tightened his cloak, leading the representative from the canning factory in the south of the city into the manor.

The children had already been sent back to the house, the manor's security team confirmed the identity of the veteran, and checked the representative, before they finally opened the passage.

"At noon today, our people noticed that those who caused the conflict were not our people," the veteran turned to look at the representatives, "just now, the representatives from the armory and the foundry also confirmed that those people were not their people."

"Definitely not our people; those folks were all speaking with accents from the Central Provincial Empire, and we Northerners can't stand with them," said the representative born in the North as a refugee.