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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

Fifty-eight: Don't seek medical treatment recklessly

"Has anyone been here recently, Lena?" Lifting his gaze from the newspaper in his hands, the manor's male master, donned in a well-fitting robe, inquired with a hint of curiosity as he watched the head maid enter from the side hall.

"A guest from the Church, delivering a letter to the lady." The head maid spoke calmly and slightly curtsied to the man.

"Ah, a guest from the Church, looking for Anna about something?" The head maid's lady clearly wasn't his own Queen, so as a husband, he was quite curious.

"It concerns Miss Faye's education, Lord Hoffman requested that I pass a few words on to the lady." The head maid finished speaking and turned her head toward that half-elf, Mr. Lev, who, as His Majesty's old steward, always remained impassive.

Seeing that her master had no further response, Lena curtsied once more, "Please excuse me, master, the lady has asked me to ensure the young miss has taken her medication on time."