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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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726 Chs

One hundred and fifty-two: Surprise (3)

Money in hand, task at hand; transactions are always pleasant. Considering the sinister nature of today's business, Malin uncharacteristically lowered his price to a flat rate of 3500 to seal the deal.

Although Shelton of the House of Brice was somewhat puzzled, he was at least not the kind of bastard to pass up a good deal, and he gladly accepted Malin's reduction in fee.

Logan was a bit confused, but considering that Malin had essentially pulled him back from hell this time, he said nothing—of course, Logan also thought that lowering the price was a business strategy, after all, 3500 and 5000 are fundamentally different concepts.