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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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714 Chs

One hundred and twenty-three: Deep into the Night (I)

"Pamir City, I haven't been here for some time," the old man in the carriage sighed.

As the God of Wealth's touring Bishop, the old man had just dealt with a debt recovery in Carterburg. Unfortunately, because of the debtor's death, it seemed impossible to reclaim the money. As a touring Bishop, he definitely needed to inform the headquarters in Sydney, Central Administrative Province, so they could make a decision.

Moreover, the situation was far more complicated than he had thought upon departure. Thirteen Noble families in Carterburg had silently perished, four of which were already extinct, in addition to the assassination attempt on the prince, and the unsuccessful attempt on the Mischael family head. It seemed the followers of the Church of Justice in Carterburg had countless troubles.

Compared to that, the troubles of the Church of the God of Wealth were a minor issue within minor issues.

Inconsequential, trifling.