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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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715 Chs

Fifty-five: The person in the mirror

Colin slumped on the sofa, surrounded by clothes Margaret had bought, some for him, but most for her.

As the manager of a women's clothing store, the elderly lady prepared a cup of coffee for Colin with a smile and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. Then the old lady sat down in front of him, "It must have been quite tiring, young man."

"Ah...you caught me, madam." Not sure whether it was right or wrong, Colin could only settle for that.

"No, my husband was like that when he was young," the old lady said with a smile. "Accompanying a girl out is truly a draining affair, but that child seems immersed in happiness. Don't let her down, young Priest sir."