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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 Nineteen: Not a Blade of Grass Left_2

The Thainan shopkeeper sitting behind the counter flashed a smile at the customer coming to pay the bill, the sun-tanned middle-aged man stood up, "Take it slow, old sir."

"Thank you, young man." Approaching the counter, Andy opened his wallet, "How much?"

"One pot of clear tea, fifty cents, sir." The shopkeeper finished speaking and lifted his head at the sound of footsteps, his face revealing surprise.

Andy's hand, holding the wallet, dropped the wallet and reached into his trench coat to draw his revolver.

A crossbow arrow pierced the Thainan shopkeeper's forehead.

They needed a live one! Andy turned and, with his empty left hand, grabbed his cane, stabbing it towards the girdle of the burly man rushing towards him. The pointed end of the cane tail went through the man's palm, which he had put up to block, and then into his leg.