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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
Not enough ratings
724 Chs

Ninety-nine: Rescue_2

After bandaging the wound, he applied a light healing potion. Malin gestured to the Apprentices without emergency aid or Spell Talent to drag the wounded away.

As soon as one person was taken away, the instructor brought in another, covered in blood, "Who knows surgery?"

"Over here," Malin called, and the instructor carefully laid the casualty before him.

The left arm was severed at the elbow, the right forearm twisted, one left eye gone, the nose split open to reveal the cartilage, at least three arrow wounds piercing through the leather armor, and the left leg appeared to be broken in three places: "How did he get these injuries?"

"He took on a Bear Goblin by himself and killed it, but he was surrounded and beaten by Goblins. If it hadn't been for the cavalry, he would certainly be dead," the instructor reported quickly and then ran off without looking back.